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 !’


Shattered glass:

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!

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