Green is nature’s abundance,

Forests, plants and trees,

The green, green grass,

Greener in the neighbour’s breeze.


Capsicum and cucumbers,

A green salad diced properly,

Spinach and ladyfingers,

And the dreaded mighty broccoli.


The outside of a watermelon,

Those peas in a pod,

Kiwi, the health freak,

And the unripe mango, tangy and unflawed.


The stridulating grasshopper,

And the hopping frog,

A turtle basking on a beach,

And a parrot mimicking in epilogue.


Green is a moss spread in the woods,

The hoity-toity green tea,

Cupid’s ally, the mistletoe,

For lovers to kiss and flee.


The lust for greener pastures,

The wads of greens in your pocket,

To make others green with envy,

And to buy that emerald locket.


The slimy green slime,

And the mucus and the phlegm,

Those gems you extricate from your nares,

For others to tut-tut and condemn.


Green is the military and the Greenpeace,

The third stripe of the Indian Flag,

The much sought after Green Card,

Of which the ‘videshi’ boy likes to brag.


The Green Lantern and the Green Hornet,

The green room’s smokes and scenes,

Kermit the frog and Mike Wazowski,

And the magic of the green screens.


A greenhouse for the flora and the foliage,

The greenhouse gases to toast the earth,

And the greenhouse effect going awry,

For the fearsome global warming to take birth.


An endeavour to conserve and go green,

The green energy and the green revolution,

Reduce, reuse and recycle,

An ecodrive and a green resolution.


Green is the colour of life and growth,

And of rebirth, healing and hope,

The colour of nature’s imprint,

Impressed on the Earth’s kaleidoscope.



Blue is the colour of raindrops,

Of flowers, violet and bluebell,

Blueberries and orchids,

Blue jays and blue whales, as well.


Blue is a sparkling sapphire,

And your beloved denim jeans,

The ink you pen on paper,

Blue movies and blue screens.


The blues music you croon to,

The blue small f facebook logo,

And the blue inland letter card,

Letters of yesteryears, forgotten long ago.


The almighty Lord Krishna,

The Ashoka Chakra on the flag flying,

And the evil eye you hang,

To dispel the spirits stealthily prying.


A blue eyed girl,

The colour for a baby boy,

The blue eyed boy loved by all,

The best worker in the company’s employ.


The boundless blue sky,

The limitless blue sea,

Earth watched from the space,

And the moonlit night in all its sensuality.


Blue is when you are out of spirits,

A surprise, out of the blue,

It is the biting bitter cold,

But the colour of peace and serenity too.


Blue is indigo and aquamarine,

Cobalt and turquoise,

The hue of nature’s best,

The cool beneath the life’s noise.



Red is a ripe red juicy tomato,

A strawberry or a cherry,

A red brick wall,

And the fire engine extraordinary.


Red is the red mail van,

A ladybug on a fern,

Sparkling red rubies,

And a flaming gown that makes heads turn.


The cheeks of a child,

The beak of a parrot,

Snowhite’s apple,

And the bunny’s carrot.

A burning red chilli,

A red umbrella in the monsoon,

The nose perked on a clown,

And a girl with a red balloon.


Red is the colour of roses,

The scent of seduction,

Of rouge lips and the first kiss,

And of yearning and attraction.

Red is a wife’s ‘sindoor,’

A beaming bride’s dress,

The red ‘tilak’ on forehead,

A lovers’ passionate caress.


The break of dawn,

The fading twilight,

A stop sign on your way,

Warning danger in sight.

The prick of a thorn,

The sound of a squeal,

The blood we spill,

And the wounds we heal.

A distress call,

An agonizing, seething burn,

And also a red carpet,

Beckoning you for a twirl and turn.


Red is the colour of love and passion,

The hint of a blush,

And the flushed embarrassment.

The colour of pride,

Of burning rage,

Of fire and fury,

And the wars we wage.

The colour of bravery,

A soldier’s valour,

Of pain and anguish,

And of zeal and ardour.


Red is fierce, Red is might,

Red is a big, bright burning light,

Red is appall, Red is enthrall,

Red is the grandest colour of all !