Hue Blues Poem by Subroto Chatterjee
Hue Blues
Color me black, or color me white;
Color me yellow or brown.
To the racist with a song:
One’s color is neither right nor wrong.
Copyright © SC
24th April 2008
Mumbai
Yes it is very true, we love the rainbow with its myriad hues! 10+ -Raj Nandy
Very true. I assume that souls have no color at all. Excellent write. Warm regards, Sandra
colour me purple if not in red tear off my skin when I am dead and find all bones are the colour of bread colour me green colour me umber look in my mind whilst I slumber coloured thoughts paint future, past when I'm gone the colour won't last..........keep on painting....john
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/6/2024 10:45:35 AM # 1.0.0.1119
subtle and powerful, lesson for all....thanks for sharing... pls read my poem called SMILES and LETS DREAM