The Color Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

The Color

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I think of colors
With full pride and honor
They represent future
I was fully committed to it and very much sure

I never thought of tomorrow
Lived in present and tried to grow
With all those dreams interwoven
All efforts in direction to be proven

Still it did not allow me to rest
As they had not yet come to me as best
Did not provide me all as child
I had closed eyes and prayed as blind

I analyzed them in deep
At the same time to keep
its importance with observation
attachment and relation

Shadow may match with red
As that may lead me to be dead
Yellow may represent tomorrow
May need sacrifice to grow

Blue may prevent from any hue and cry
Only I need to be alert for effortless try
Green may make push me back into teen
As all the dreams in age were seen

I searched them again today
But find them not all the way
Again that takes me over to the formation of rainbow
Face lghts up and shims with glow

I have entered evening era
The rest of the life can be called bonus or extra
I have only to look back and raise head
Before that disappears and I am declared dead

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 15 September 2012

I think of colors With full pride and honor

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

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Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India
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