I remained a painting on the wall
You kept passing untill I faded away
I lived the darkness of your room
Yet, I am now invisible in these bright lights
My frame is a resting place for the dust
Swaying only when the door shuts behind you
I rest remembering the colours
How red dazzles! How silver soothes!
May be, one day! These walls will be painted
And I will be unnailed from the forgotten place
The glass and edges of the frame will be wiped
But, I don’t know! Will I remain or be changed?