MY PURPLE BOTTLE.

Sad song for my purple bottle

My dear purple bottle
Our first day wasn't the best
Neither was the next
Nor the rest

Your everyday was same in worth
Regardless of the form they did come
Days with dust or days with fun
All days bright, all days dull.

It was me and you through thick and thin
When work was loud, or work did sleep
Our history will bleed the idle ink
As I paint of the days of your feats.

Days of my purple stunting in the open
Standing out super and super outstanding
Her colour reigns in spiritual attires
Where pious men gather to salute the messiah.

My now very tired purple bottle
You were supposed to see more days
But since you finally fell in battle
We shall mark your grave.

For man is yet to cheat nature
A truly, very vain venture
So, my dear purple bottle
Rest from your many adventures.

For the love of art and the purple colour, Sadiq Yusuf.