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A Blossom of Colours
The colour has no caste no religion
Just fetterless as a crowned pigeon,
The sun never marks any division
What's red, green, black or saffron.
All the colour is a single entity,
Like the author's artistic creativity;
And upon the asleep city
The moon mirrors itself - the beauty.
The colour is a life of how to live-
Taking a role of a new leaf,
It is a sugarcoated rose you sip
How or...
Tuesday 26th March 2024 12:33 pm
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