First Person Poem by Magic Box

I would like to congratulate you for this poem being selected as the poem of the day..Keep it up and Good Luck to you Aswath Raman

thank you for the explanation which I knew that you had meant, but a barrel of 'paint' is something cloudy to me, as we are not in the ancient time and have evolved from being barbaric to modern and then to the technocrats. when many of our friends here have agreed upon your views, what is the big deal of me objecting the metaphor that you have used, so I still stick to the objection and I wish you good luck...

Many many Congratulations on your recognition of this poem of the day...! ! !

Since you insist on me clarifying, Let me make it clear Ma'am. First of all I have used color, instead of colors, that makes it singular, hence the meaning implied that there is only one color. Here in this poem, what I have meant by color is emotion. I can only have one emotion at a time. Secondly, magic box is my mind, color is emotion and I think by shaking up and down well. In addition to that we know in ancient times, artists used to mix colors to get the desired ones. They were neither aware of the modern chemical reaction symbolisms nor had labs to work out. Wherever they needed of new colors they mixed it. I hope I have clarified Thanks for the comment again Magic Box

a very nice poem. Its great to see that writing can be theme to write something new. You surely are blessed with some amazing words and you know how and where to place them.

Imagination gets tinged with colors that are beyond the world of reality.Here you are successful M.B.Congrats!

imagination and creativity at its finest and origins..

Cogito ergo sum this is not madness..flow of music from the magic box lovely thanks

Like the poem, don`t undersand the notes; quality is, of course, important for literature.

.............great going friend........and we love your madness, its a boon and surely not a bane................. ............lovely write