Blue is my favorite color
Sometimes hard
Soft sometimes
But blue never hides
Any patch of paining stain
Nice its angelic swim
Space and anti-space arctic zone
Anywhere you can touch bluish warm
Blue always warms your pleasing soul
Death and life just on a single crate
Gathering together to be exposed
Do you like it
If not go the open roof
Or on open field
Lie down on surface
Look above and feel yourself
No fibre would be more vibrant
To speak the beauty of your innerself
Blue is the highest song
Ever sing by the dawn itself!
Pranab k c
07/09/2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem