Colors of India

Colors of India Poem

There exists a country called India,

Somewhere on this vast planet Earth.

To each of her billion children,

Her vivid hues are of limitless worth.

The people and culture of this country

Have an essence too multi-hued to capture.

And I will make a sincere attempt to describe

The rainbow that sends me into rapture.

Almost every citizen has intense saffron faith

Which they are ever ready to defend…

And dazzling white trust in their God

Through calamities, their homes do rend.

There is no Indian who won’t surrender

To the beauty of a sudden friendship yellow.

Or pass up a chance to be of maroon service

To an ailing or helpless fellow.

The village farmers will confess freely

How much they value their fields green.

And city dwellers love their materialistic world too

It never seems to lose its silver sheen.

Shrewd politicians strut in their purple cloaks

And Bollywood does the same under golden arclights…

Healers in India are as soothing as sky blue

And the Mithaiwala dispenses candied pink delights.

Then there are the policemen and drivers;

In their khaki uniforms, they serve…

And our brave navy blue Armed Forces

They never hesitate or lose their nerve.

A rainbow contains all colours

Not discriminating the ugly from the pleasant.

And that is why even in India

There are some repulsive colours present.

India, unfortunately, contains many criminals

Thieves and murderers with hearts pitch black.

And of the millions of grey market traders

It is not possible for anyone to keep track.

Though every hit and run accident and

Conmen and liars make me see red.

It saddens me further to see the poor

Toiling in brown drains to earn their bread.

Amongst all the darkness, India still shines bright,

Our desi brains have won many accolades…

May we continue to strive for the greater good

And put up a show as colourful as our National Day parades!