Coloured Thoughts

a poem by Nikhil Chandhok

When the life’s sky is crystal blue;
Difficulties to surpass are very few.
Venture into the jungles green,
Nowhere is the jealousy seen.
No grudges in wee times black,
A little stubbornness is what we lack.
Never give me red;
For it reminds of the dead.
Gulp the chocolates brown;
And remember the swiss town.
Or a desi orange;
Be it as a lozenge.
Start the day with events yellow;
Else fart alongside another fellow.
Do use the tissues pink,
Or else the air will stink.
Preach tranquillity and preserve white,
Progress is then within sight.
High alert when hair turn grey;
An old man let the people say,
For you are that ornament gold;
Great qualities of which can never be sold.
The cousin of red is colour maroon;
Has become a ‘cosmetic-king’ so soon,
So much of colour in one’s life!