AN (27-03-1985 / MUMBAI)


Vision, the eternal gift,
So different it is from sight
We look but do not see the light;
The colours that make up this world.

We fail to see the colours of spring
The reds, blues and purples of divinity,
The hues of life, evolving, flowering,
The pinks and yellows of prosperity.

We fail to see the kaleidoscope
The colours that strengthen, give us hope
Even in the grey, the black and the white
Of the skies where the birds elope.

Also in brown and green there is
The promise of life anew, in birth
So much there is that we always miss
And waste away this life on Earth...

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very colourful Aigis; you are prooving again that you are unique; great