Treasure Island

bhupender swarnakar

(2-10-1995 / earth)

Colour


Black colour splashed into our hairs
White colour jumped into the nails we care
Blue colour jump from sky to sea
But green is the colour loved by me

Red is glimpsed in love and conflict
Brown was the colour of the chair on which I sit.
Orange is a shade of red and white
Yellow is the colour of sunlight

The floor was roofed with the mud which was brown
And as silver was busy so gold made the crown
Pink is a colour which is so beautiful
That makes one look awesome and wonderful

Colour truly craft a mind blowing sight
Imagine what will happen if they fight
All big colours will fly with arms and wing
But according to me black will be the king

Submitted: Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Edited: Thursday, April 22, 2010

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