The seven colours
make the rainbow.
Vibgyor, an abbreviation
for violet, indigo, blue,
green, yellow and orange.
The sky in its peripheral
at times turns coy like a bride
whose face turns pink, pale red
mean the twilight
that trickles at dusk.
It turns fiery
like an angry lion
whose eyes emit
an orangish hue almost
felt in an hot afternoon.
Yellow being that of gold
brings prosperity
and wealth, that of t
he Sun, a bounteous giver,
enrichens the azure sky.
Where do I see green?
It is in nature , the pastures,
trees, the mountains
charge the environment
with an exuberance.
Ocean is blue,
so is the sky, blue
juxtaposes the extremes
performing a balancing
ballet, an entertainment.
There walks the lethargic
indigo, unmindful of those
that surround. A sleepy
disposition do what you may,
I live as I wish!
Finally, the sedentary
violet appears, going
in the reverse, inducing
an unconsciousness
where rest is pivotal.
Meenas Poems 