Published May 17, 2016 by Shreya Rajvanshi

Sitting under the Red Maple tree
Mindlessly playing with the fallen
Leaves, auburn skies teasing
Warm sighs, I felt bright titian
Dance lightly across my
Bare shoulders,
As I heard a whisper asking me to
Use my colours before they fade away
Like emerald memories turn into ash
When they touch summer’s gold waves,
Or before they get lost under
Abandoned worn and torn cushions,
Or get drowned in loud
Off-beat melodies,
And I began counting all the shades
Of purple in their panicked rush,
Streaks of white in the clouds above,
The yellow sun, the red rose,
And a heart so pink,
The orange leaves hiding in my hair
Waiting to turn green,
And the rainbow mist around,
Creating seasonal striations
In the colourful air.


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