Once I saw the moon blue And yet I had no clue It looked as milky to me As I had always seen! Then I was told the fact of life When the full moon twice a month shines! That is called a blue moon I wish I had known it soon!
Once I saw the blue blue sky Over my head, above so high And yet it felt like I could touch Just with a jump I could reach The vastness that fills the void Of all blemishes, it is devoid
Once I saw the deep blue sea Stretched as far as the eye could see Fathoming depths with secrets many It was a revelation, do you know any? It waved at me with tiny arms I was in place, where I couldn't be harmed!
So, then that is what blue does for me What's your color? Is it as lovely? Where does it take you; near or far? Is it dark as the night or bright like a star? Do tell me soon, I am waiting to hear Who saves you, like blue, my saviour?
हमने आपकी रचनाएँ पढ़ी, वह सभी अद्वितिय हैं। हम आपको अपनी नई पुस्तक में सहयोग देने के लिए आमंत्रित करना चाहते हैं। पुस्तक आपके नाम के साथ प्रकाशित होगी साथ उसकी प्रतियां भी आपको दी जाएंगी। आपको सम्मानित करते हुए स्वर्ण पदक भी दिया जाएगा।
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Formed from the clot of blood. We were birthed into this noisy world. Get washed, Not flushed. To live, We were meant to believe. To grow, We were meant to know. Never to spill blood, For it means family. To love the world, We still seek harmony. Between love and hate, We understood it's fate. Bleeding on lands, By the rich's demands. In magenta and yellow, New rules, we all follow. The blood that flows through our hearts and veins. Now sweep our past and remains. The metallic taste of blood now sweet, Had never been this alluring death... Left in old age, I'm meant to write this tale, To Miraquill.
White is the colour of the paper and board we write on. The colour of eraser we use to wipe off the mistakes we've written. The sky brings it's brightness to the earth we live on. Breathing joy into the dry land and ocean. White is the colour of cotton inwhich our clothes were smitten. Our smiles that attract others, The moon that give wonders. The hair we wear when were all wrinkled and old. The last uniform to our heavenly abode.