Change

A pale yellow, kajol black
The yellow fading at times
and then becoming bold,
Sometimes orange, sometimes brown
That was me, a portrait.
Out in the sunshine I stayed all alone
A spectacle for others
They looked at me and smiled.
Then one day it started raining
Colours dripped from the canvass
I was melting
Where was I then?
On the canvass like a faded memory,
Or rushing along that rain,
Where was I?