Sunday 30 July 2017

Chameleone

From Google



I am not black
Like the darkening arcades of night
Menacing......foreboding
Neither in me is
The vastness of the blue
The sunshine of yellow
Blinds my vision
The lushness of green
Is not me either
White is too primitive
So is grey sinister
And the vermilion red
A Bohemian splurge
Nor attractive, becoming neither
Untouched by the hues
I am devoid of a palette
See me change colour
As the seasons change

4 comments:

  1. khoobsurat rangon se paint ki gayi aaj ke insaan ki haqiqat..
    Shaandaar prastuti!

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  2. Full of colour and yet so stark! Fantastic.

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  3. Every season has its own colour, just like the stages of life.

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  4. The chameleon may have many colours to flaunt, yet is colourless lovely poem very meaningful

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