The Palette

                       The Great Battle-Created on computer by Akash (Year 2004)

Over the palette,
The water flows;

With the lure of success
And the fears of sorrow,
An unknown tomorrow grows.

I see the photos
Over and over,
The passer-by dreams
Higher and higher,
And the roadside astrologer
Continues to hope.

How much can I climb?
Some day it must stop,
The smile seems to vanish,
And the eyes are tired;

It must end,
The love of friends,
The jealousies and envies
And the momentary prominence.

Over the fields,
The players wonder, someday
It will be a different fate,
The divine hand,
Is it still far away?

The cars are lined below,
Is the body there or have they
Already taken her away?

The debate continues
And over the palette,
The water flows.