Mukta Sawant

Rookie (17th October 1999 / Mumbai, India)

Colors - Poem by Mukta Sawant

My colorful world,
Is as free as bird,
Color is mood,
Our life's food.

Black has its might,
Without any light,
White is fresh,
Has lot of grace,
Girls like pink,
Girly thinks it links,
Purple of pop stars,
Also on sports car,
Environmental green,
Nowadays in dust beans,
Blue of water to sky,
Just tell me why,
Bloody red,
Tears it shed,
And what about yellow,
It's loved by dirty fellow,
Orange is a fruit,
Makes me loot,
Brown is muddy,
But earthworm's buddy.

My world is colorful,
And so its` calm and cool


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Each color has its own value and nature. Our moods are one of our color.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 26, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 29, 2012


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