Vivid hues of life
Sometimes somersault
Splashes of colors
Deepen Smiles
On moneyed faces,
With the dyestuff of pain
They dab the poor
Discoloring every inch of them
In their penurious life,
Jinxed wearied, withered
Livid with wistful blots;
Bloated cheeks look
Blood-smeared,
And their shrunken eyes
Sprinkle blemished blues
Beneath the coagulated heart.
