Hearts of Black Canvas.

Image Courtesy@Pixabay[p.c.Ahmadreza89]

She wakes up in a world,
Where Relations are mere time pass,
Not many of true Friendships last,
Endless lists of names just flash,
The Phone book seems like a trash.
She wakes up in a world,
With Hearts made of Black Canvas,
No true color she could truly see,
Nothing is there people truly feel,
She Imagined herself,
One Night waking up at three,
Amidst a nightmare , with half dead hands and feet,
She wondered and wondered like a lost bee,
"How many faces would be floating in front of me?"
To her surprise , there were not many.
The endless lists of names, maybe, will flash ,
The Phone book will seem like a trash,
She hopes for waking up in a world ,
Where Hearts will be carved out of White Canvas.
Every feeling , Every color would be clear and last,
But till then she has this fear,
Tomorrow again , She will wake up in the same world,
With hearts made of Black Canvas !
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