Colours Do Speak

Munira Dalal posted under PenMuse-12 Poetry on 2019-10-10



Lying on my sofa One lazy afternoon Seeing children painting The moon and shiny stars Drifted away in a  Vibrant colourful dream Dreamt colourful crayons Were sitting together To discuss amongst them Who has ‘flying colours’ One by one they canvas And paint their own picture The blue proudly proclaimed He stands for sea and sky Sans elixir of life There’s scarcely any life Each and everyone wants Towards heaven to fly “Sure,” said, green with a grin “Imagine earth without  Lush and verdant nature Which nourishes mankind Mercy! If I survive  Will the Earth be alive.” “Where’d you be”, said yellow If there’s no sun and light “Stop arguing,” said brown “The earth’s mine and that’s all.” Shy red said with a blush “My heart is on my sleeve.” Wise grey now intervened “Grey cells; everyone’s need.” Black said menacingly “Evil and death I show” Serenely said cool white “Bend and disperse you all!.” _________ _________