Poetry- THE COLOURS OF LIFE - by Shri A Mohamed Kamal

THE COLOURS 

The Colors of Life

Poet: Shri A Mohamed Kamal 

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It was a rainy day, I still remember,

I was sitting on the laps of my father,

Watching the enchanting beauty of nature.

Water minicules coming down to the earth

in a systematic rhythm,

Trying to catch one drop the other,

like a friendly chain.

I was a little boy then,

I saw the colours of the nature

for the first time in my life.

Suddenly the rain stopped, and

I don’t wanted the rain be stopped.

I cried, my father tried to soothe

But, I still cried.

My father wanted to change the mood,

He prayed the sky to rain more.

The sky was smiling and

Showed his seven different colours.

My father told me the sky is

Apologizing and bowing to you,

And says Good bye.

For the first time in my life

I saw the colours of the sky,

I still remember, I was a little boy then.

Sometime later, I was in my scholastic routine.

My father took our family to a hill station,

Nearby my village on a picnic, to spend the week-end.

As we reached the top, I asked my father

to show the origin of the earth.

My father pointing to a direction said,

that is the origin.

I saw all green and beauty,

My father told me that is the beginning.

When I looked the other side, I saw

All blue and twinkling on the earth.

The sun was reflecting yellow

on the arrow of birds flying in one corner.

I was little boy then,

I saw the colours of the heavenly earth

For the first time in my life.

The days grew and I too along-with the day.

I still remember, I was in the college,

Young energetic reading

Keats, Eliot, Milton and Shakespeare.

Enjoying the beautiful colours of thoughts 

And dreams of the eternal poets.

I still remember, I was innocent

Till I met that beautiful girl

for the first time in my life.

I loved her, she loved me,

We loved together all we loved.

I saw all the beauty and

Wonderful things of a women in her.

I still remember, I saw the colours of

The women first time in my life.

But this time, I was young and manly

I got married, settled down with

A decent job in a metro city and

Started tasting the colours of the life.

In the walk of life, I started

Meeting many colours one by one

For the first time in my life.

Now I have seen colours of

Men and women, black and white,

Tall, short, stout and thin

And so on and yet I felt

Everything is colourful.

It is fantastic, to feel to have

Colours of life omnipotent too

The so-called God

Ram, Rahim and Jesus.

By then, I have gone old

Along-with the delighted memory of

Experience with colours and still having

To find the eternal colours

My soul riding in a colour cycle.