Colors , a poem

...they blend , they trend , they rise , they end ,

You see 'em , you wear 'em , you love 'em , you abandon 'em ,

They are all around , they are all that you find .

The sun you see , the light you feel ,

The words you speak , the reply you seek ,

The color you choose , the color you keep ,

Are all wonderful , are all eye pleasing .

The beauty is , everybody has it ,

Be she a poor old woman by the lane ,

With the lovely dark wrinkles on her vein ,

Painted with the joy of freedom ,

Belted with the colors of poverty ,

She sits by the lane , in the hope of colors ,

Colors of giveaway , colors of courtesy ,

Colors of that tiny piece of love , colors that are not just colors !

Or be it us

We have it too , we value it less ,

We love it too , we take it for granted more ,

I want red , I wish white along ,

I love purple , I will wear black along ,

I can afford many of 'em for now ,

But , what about the one I have for no cost ?

The colors of nature , the colors of her kids ,

The rising blue , the passionate red ,

The purple wine , the champagne white ,

The lush green valley , the disguise in black ,

The peaceful white , the too bright yellow ,

Above all , this colorful fest , this mix of all .

A Very Happy and Holy Holi :)

- Bharath R Rao , and his take on colors