He came in colors of beginnings and hope
He wore the colors like a name,
but what are the colors of fame?
He colored with friendship as a golden rope.
I grasped the rope and tied a knot to hold
Of course I already knew that one fine day
his colors would change, he'd be away
But forever I will have this precious knot of gold.
Yes! we cannot chain anyone but we can retain their knot of gold, forever in our hearts Modi! thanks for referring me to your little Chameleon poem....smiling at you, Karma Chameleon in de skies with ~Tai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very nice poem. The last four lines are amazing. Love it and added 10