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My canvas dangling on the wall,
canvas with faded colors,
canvas with spot and stain scattered everywhere.
The picture that was once beautiful and complete,
was now just a heap of but and if.
I didn't know if I should throw it away,
or pick my paintbrush and try to recreate.
Those spots and stain asunder my heart,
and I didn't know where to start.

Spots and and stain engraved itself in my eyes,
and I stared at it for a long time,
with my empty eyes.
My fingers remained thawed and entangled,
and seasons changed from summer to winter,
and one day I faded away like the colors on my canvas,
with words dangling on my lips ,
"I too was once complete,
but I ruined myself into a heap of but and if" .

~Mayuri Srivastava~