Life through varied hues

The walls of a nondescript hospital room,

Where I was born,

Of which I hold no memory nor fascination,

The bright pink fluffy candy,

That held my fascination during childhood,

Of which I tried to replicate with my crayons,

The bottle green colours of a bi-cycle,

My goto friend to transport me to school, run errands and what not during pre-teens,

Of which I’d proudly brag as if it were the fastest aeroplane,

Fuchsia pink, amber, peach, cobalt blue, beige, mauve and many more,

Confused me as a teen, as they still do,

Of which I didn’t understand the fuss, and made do with primary hues,

The vibrant colours of life,

As seen through adulthood, experiencing seriousness of life first hand,

Of which I’d known nothing much before,

Lives through the grey colours,

As death finally overtakes my stay here,

Of which there is a life, welcoming at the other end.

151 words.

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Mish for hosting dVerse poetics. The challenge is to write a poem using colours as a theme. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

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    1. Thank you, Athira. πŸ™‚ I think you would have had a problem with reading my post as the lines were overlapping. I’ve set it right now, you could read it if you like, thanks. πŸ™‚

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