Have you seen the colours of spring
Rose peach orange yellow Amber grease
Colours that I saw when Earth laughed with flowers
To create a master piece
I yearn to touch the Autumn sky...
Fluttering clouds on soothing blue that never cease
Colours that I saw looking up at the blue
To create a master piece
The rains that pours across the glass
Reflects street lights with abundance release
Colours that I saw on rain stained glass
To create a master piece
The boyhood years of purling joys
Running across green moors ever so peace
Colours that I saw at every meadow
To create a master piece
The church spires flame on a wedding day
Grooms and bride amongst laughter and bliss
Colours that I saw amongst their twinkling eyes
To create a master piece
The August moon that shone of love
A soldier on his fence receives
Colours that I saw when he read his post
To create a master piece
Of all the colours in around us
Our colourful world as we see
I am still to paint a picture for all
And create a master piece
Rose peach orange yellow Amber grease
Colours that I saw when Earth laughed with flowers
To create a master piece
I yearn to touch the Autumn sky...
Fluttering clouds on soothing blue that never cease
Colours that I saw looking up at the blue
To create a master piece
The rains that pours across the glass
Reflects street lights with abundance release
Colours that I saw on rain stained glass
To create a master piece
The boyhood years of purling joys
Running across green moors ever so peace
Colours that I saw at every meadow
To create a master piece
The church spires flame on a wedding day
Grooms and bride amongst laughter and bliss
Colours that I saw amongst their twinkling eyes
To create a master piece
The August moon that shone of love
A soldier on his fence receives
Colours that I saw when he read his post
To create a master piece
Of all the colours in around us
Our colourful world as we see
I am still to paint a picture for all
And create a master piece
. you have good imagination in writings god bless you
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Apoorbo! Onek onek dhonnobaad!
ReplyDeleteSimply Marvellous
ReplyDeleteHave you seen the words she writes with space and halt
ReplyDeleteI name her Pretty and you can't find a fault
Jump into the ocean of emotions to feel the joy by drawing yourself out of the vault
You'll never regret the taste of such perfect mixture of sugar and salt !
You have such a beautiful flair for painting pictures with your words, it's like I read the words but I'm immediately transported to visualising them instead of simply reading thru the rest of the piece, it's really commendable how you conjure images with your words,it makes me re-read every piece you write multiple times.
ReplyDeleteYou have such a beautiful flair for painting pictures with your words, it's like I read the words but I'm immediately transported to visualising them instead of simply reading thru the rest of the piece, it's really commendable how you conjure images with your words,it makes me re-read every piece you write multiple times.
ReplyDeleteTitle is 100% right .this is a master piece .
ReplyDeleteDeep words.
Best writing skill.
Picture used are absolutely matching.
May Lord bless you.
भगवान "शिवकी" कृपा हमेशा बनी रहे।
Thank u Yogesh Dalvi for a poetic comment.
ReplyDeleteThank u Pooja 😘❤️❤️❤️ I am ELATED!
ReplyDeleteThank u Shivashish Mishra....u r encouragement shivji ki kripra se means a lot
ReplyDeleteDeep reply for deep lines
DeleteA masterpiece is in the making :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much. Its firever so encouraging,!
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ReplyDeleteToo good
ReplyDeleteReally a master piece...... I am in love with your writing.....
ReplyDeleteThank u so much for ur earnest encouragement and support ❤️
ReplyDeleteWow! Amazing... Good going...
ReplyDeleteGood one...����
ReplyDeleteMaster piece..... Your flair to work with pictures and words is 10/10.... Amazing
ReplyDeleteThank u for ur sheer encouragement!!!!!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written. The colours in the poem means variety to me and there sure is a variety of strokes of emotions painted start to end.
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