Blue
Is not blue
Even if they say
Blue
Is blue
Yet, you say
I am the neutral blend
Stolen from shades
Of violet and green
Deep in their hallow drums
Beating rhythmic steps of thoughts
If blue
Is all there is
A wall on minds’ yearns
Same voices of men
Will sip-off this blueness
That is me
Yet, you steal a say
And call me blue
I enjoyed this right from when you presented it ANA Niger
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
...excellent write...beautiful theme ★