While on morning walk today, <br />Thought emerges to describe the color <br />Of Mumbai sky, but can’t get the correct word: <br />It is aluminum-like, light gray, <br />Same wherever on the entire irregular patch <br />Of sky in Bandra, I am allowed to see through <br />Hedged in by trees, buildings and roofs. <br /> <br />As the eyes sweep down, the colors <br />Around me attract: green, blue, <br />Black, yellow, red BEST bus, the objects reflecting <br />There is no end to my counting: <br />In green alone I can see <br />Seventeen different shades. <br />Once I start enjoying the difference <br />Between one green and another <br />Luxuriant, shiny or dark, <br />Light-green, or parrot or bluish green <br />Or green seen against sunlight from below <br />Or with sunlight falling on the green leaves, - <br />In between remembering the sea-green incorruptible <br />Of Carlyle in his French Revolution <br />Or Lady Macbeth’s seas before becoming <br />Incarnadined - <br />Greens stretch unending in mind, and around, <br />Till suddenly the purple morning glory in front <br />Mocks me: while the special dark pink, above <br />Of bougainvillea blushes silently at stupid man <br />Who shows off his reading to Nature, <br />And makes up by waving and dancing gently. <br /> <br />Colors of Life and Nature are around me <br />Anywhere anytime: <br />I love them, including <br />Different black shadows in the dark.<br /><br />Daniel Trevelyn Joseph<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/colors-to-notice/
