Green fires within,
bore toxic greens
he was to be dead
like helpless kings and queens.
Out of my way
this is what envy can do
until someone said
‘‘Green stands for rebirth too !’
broken and at rest
rest for forever
for being honest!.
Warmest of tears
rolling down the sky
who says the torrid sun
only makes others cry?
He wore a purple cloak
though an invisible piece of art
didn’t have wealth like regal kings
but nobility at heart.
On the outside it was rags he wore
and wages weren’t steady
but why judge a book by its cover
when the aura is purple already?
When it rains in summer
I’m stuck among slippers and boots
but then it gets so humid
it’s better I stick to my roots!