He woke up early that day, because it was the festival
of colors
He made some good combinations, somehow it felt duller
You will see people of colors, said his mother
He kept waiting till it went darker
His colors were still there, as a flower in solitude
Nobody touched them but his bare hands
Voice in his head kept talking; it was the whisper of
dragon
But his mind was so calm, as the red sun at horizon
Where is everybody he kept thinking,
The boat of his hopes, as always, kept sinking
He told himself, they would have been quite busy
Now the whisper of dragon made him dizzy
He knew his isolation would make him potent
He kept his door opened for everyone, nobody noted
In spite of his isolation, he decided to do good deeds
He decided to build the palace in mind and not to cede
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