The Glorified Colors



No matter what color she carry,
It may be red, blue or white.
There is always a more beautiful aspect,
Which presents astonishing sight.

Sometimes its boon for the eyes,
Sometimes seems god's pride.
The endless versions keep appearing,
Every time turning everything to delight

The power to impress anything,
Making even stones go smile.
The aura is not to be encompassed in words,
A look and even desert turns fertile.

As if every color is made,
To just rejoice her credit.
And the ignorant colors feel proud,
Going by the way news get spreaded

It wont be late, 
When colors would fight.
Who is going to enjoy her company
And would remain in limelight

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