I am colours

I am the yellow ball
beaming under its rays
pretty pictures I scrawl
smiling through its ways

I am the red spice
blazing up and flaring
cursing all the vice
not the bit caring

I am the green meadow
wider at the edges
sparkling out the window
fresh as the new hedges

I am the blue hue
skulking at the face
all the drops of the dew
losing all its trace

I am the white prayer
showered with peace
in the pious layer
composing my caprice

I am the black light
cornered till the end
struggling in this fight
another moment to spend


27th March'10 10:08 pm