Oh, It Is The Colour Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Oh, it is the colour
That matters,
The sound, the shape,
The meaning, the time
All to be noted.

The people are in queue
To see and say something
At their turn.

It is life in brief,
To create the rhythm.
It is the body part
And the bright side
That matters.

For the purpose of mirror
They all try to
Throw stones
Into the sky.
The images are not
Colourful
And they waited for a war
Meant not for them.