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.