A Riot Of Colours! - Poem by AtreyaSarma Uppaluri
gazing at red flowers
turn green with envy…
eyeing yellow fruits
turn red with anger…
seeing the green leaves
turn yellow from age…
looks askant at Black
“Look here, darkie!
I am the light
I am the purity
You’re grimy and gloomy! ”
Not to be outdone
Black taunts back:
“O wily White!
You’re full of pallor
with no originality.”
Black goes on to brag:
“East or west, Black is best
North or south, Black has worth.”
“Hey, you, Brown,
in our estimate you’re always down
for you’re neither here nor there, ”
so Black and White vent their spleen.
bang launches Brown
an offensive self-defence:
“I am the colour of the earth
and so of the creative world of wood
Why, aren’t your bread and bakes brown?
Then on your faces why such a frown? ”
Continues Brown his acid vaunt:
“When brown is such a crown
it doesn’t lie in your mouth
to brown me off.”
The colours, thus, run riot
and splash and lash
to show their true colours,
as if they are in a world
that is coloured, and not colourful.
Then, all of a sudden…
all the quarrelling colours came to a halt
as an Oracle beamed across and reverberated:
“Hark, my dear ones, and mark my words.
You’re no foes to one another
You’re siblings, the offspring of the Same.
Forget not that you’re all symbols of harmony.
Just look up, high up into your mirror! ”…
Illumining so, the Oracle vanished
leaving all the colours lavished
The Divine Rainbow.
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