Praveen Thach

Rookie (30-6-1979 / Bangalore)

The Secret Of Colours - Poem by Praveen Thach

Splashed across the dawn's canvas,
Were many shades of red and blue.
The painters flew in without a pause,
Every bird painted its due.

A cuckoo set the tempo,
While others tried to fit in.
They weren't trained by Picasso,
Yet, got it right with a brush wing.

Maybe they knew the secret of colours,
That they are just like us people.
Different on the outside,
Similar on the insides,
They could always speak for themselves...


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 9, 2010



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