True Colours Poem by Silkina Mankotia

When they were blue,
They gave no clue.
When they were white,
Everything seemed to be so perfect and right.
When they were green,
Life was being selfish and mean.
When they were pink,
Affection was silly and feelings used to stink.
When they were black,
My life was out of track.
When they were yellow,
Relations were mellow.
When they were orange,
I couldn’t understand relations were so strange.
When they were brown,
I felt like a clown.
When they were red,
Everything was going wrong, nothing was correct.
Finally the colouring stopped
But till then, my life was robbed……..