The Red Letter Day
A Bouquet Song
Roses hold an enticing sight
no matter where they lie
be it on the plants around
be it strewn on the ground
they captivate the eyes
no matter what be their size
the smallest winks at you
while the biggest greets you
the blush seen in the red one
overwhelms us with a fun
the rosy rose smiles coyly
stretches our imagination extensively
there is abundant peace in the yellow rose
it is a transcendental feel in pose
that be of all the roses in a song
could also be a bouquet in form.
The hair has turned silver
the face reflects a golden hue
the lips display a coraltinge
while the cheeks are scarlet as ruby
the emerald tone overall
along with a sapphire feel
she in her platinum years
stands there as ebullient as rhodium
while all the precious takes the scroll
there be a charm of all in one
that be the lady at the stroll
baptized as “vairam” at home
translated in English as diamond
has she all the precious in her control
a rich lady not in name alone
in character and looks too as detailed above.
With the colours getting into the thoughts
qualifying the emotions as taught
with white denoting purity
and a kindness that emulates directly
goes the black that brings in a morbidity
well black also has another quality
with black clouds flaunting rain
comes in blue without much strain
where the sky encompasses a bluish hue
along with the extensive sea to take the cue
followed by the beautiful rose
that denotes the Queen of flowers in a source
representing cheerfulness and spirit kindred
last comes the bright radiant red
extolling the brightness with an alert
indicating a danger lying in front
pursuing the bloody trials in a row
with a burning in an embittering grow
The colours get into our lifestyle
creating an interesting file
making over with a golden hue
reclining in an enchantment true.
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The Evil Glows Like Cinders.
With the good and bad living together.
With kind and rude holding hands together.
With mercy and evil going together.
the world lives in a perforation of impression.
It exists in a balance with the external
while the internal gets hung up in the middle.
Cracking through it plunges into the infringement
catching up with the good
and leaving the bad behind.
Unfortunately the evil clings to it
and like a parasite sucks the blood to the full
throwing the skeleton back into the maze.
Spewing venom and spitting vengeance
it gathers heat and crashes on the earth
making it bloody blood throwing into darkness.
the red shines in the dark black
looking like cinders flickering in the night.
The Red Rose Near.
The little red rose over there
beckons all for long
to see her colour shimmering in the sun
and her soft petals softer than anything
a touch would bring it down
a watch would be enough she says
a lovely look would take us over
a kind notice would make prosper
while the red rose is calling and calling
the human race is going on busy
having no time to see the natural beauty
but having enough space to sit and watch
the nature’s loveliness in pictures and in T.V relays with a look agog
and talking to each other about the beauty that is shown
while right before them there lies a bounteous
that goes unnoticed bringing to mind
that familiarity breeds contempt.
An Exciting Land.
With sand colourful.
White is the colour of the beach sand.
Red forms the fertile sand.
Black takes up the alluvial sand.
Brown is attributed to river sand.
A large colourful hue is in the band.
Adding a ray of gold to the land.
Fixing a streak of silver to the land.
Enhancing the glow and the glitter of the land,
With fertility, fecundity and productivity all in a grand.
Oh! It is a lovely land!
Indeed it is an exciting land!
It is a red-letter day they hail
It is a red alert they caution.
It is a red light area they call.
It is a red zone they enforce.
It is scorching red fire they mourn.
It is a red wound they shout.
It is a red stain they blurt.
It is a red blood bath they scream.
It is red in most fronts we admit.
The colour red strikes a discordance.
It spreads a discomfort somewhere.
It signifies a flamboyance everywhere.
It was a beautiful red flower in full bloom.
It was a pleasing red .
It was a lovely red.
It was a cheerful red.
It was not angry red.
It was not fiercely red.
It was not dangerously red.
It beckoned with a grace.
It reckoned with a poise.
It depicted a welcome choice.
It portrayed a smiling face.
The red flower’s charm lasted a day.
The red colour faded the next day.
The next morn it drooped down dead on the ground grey.