I sing a colour rhyme
Once upon a time
White in a blue suit
Praising his pink fruit
Tale is tragic sad
Dress dyed with red
No cotton , no spice
That' s skin , merciless mice !
Dirted mother's green gown
Ruined silky streets of town
Forced soft hands into iron plough
Indigo rhym ends now....
Priya Tomar
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Priya Tomar (
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Colorful indeed every other line a new color. A rainbow of a poem. Very nice
Thank you so much , your lovely comment always appreciated
You are most welcome
My colors are green and indigo .Blue attracts me and scares me ...
Thank you. Lorenz
You always leave a lovely comment.
Your words are pleasant watercolors !
Beautiful write, nice to read something to brighten up the day, enjoyed
Thank you so much, your words appreciated
You are very welcome
Priya, this reads like a fable wrapped in vivid threads. The colors pull you in, but the story underneath is sharp and unflinching. That closing indigo line ties it all together beautifully, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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