My friend Swaram, has a profusion of Red in her blogpost, a color that takes her back to her childhood and schooldays amidst GulMohur lined roads in Bengaluru
The bird in the photo got me thinking......
She looks on
wisely,
from her perch,
at the profusion
of color all around her.
Nods at the
green of the leaves,
and the sturdy brown
as she grips it
firmly;
she bobs her head
and a thought
seems to move
down the
blue tinted esophagus…..
Like her,
some things
must remain
plain,
grey
and understanding
so that
other brighter folks
find their places in the Sun ……
Love the image and the poem...
ReplyDeleteThanks again :)
ReplyDeleteFeels so nice when u select one of my pics for a poem :)
FATTE CHAKKK POEM hai ji :) and i alreayd commented on the pic ...
ReplyDeleteand yeah if it was not for the colour grey how wud we appreciate the BRIGHT :)
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