I have always wondered about the thousand colors
Those palettes contain with different shades,
Every color has portrayed various intents
And they differ with countless schemes of grades.
Which particular color does personify me
Something that transpire as brawny yet subtle,
Has elusive although distinctive essence
Is nothing other than the grandeur Purple.
The light and dark shades paint in my canvas
The light one as whimsical fantasy,
Often dark ones stain the sky with compassion
As reality is way too relatable to fallacy.
The Lavender Jade is rare and alluring
As the Venus Goddess of love and desire,
In bright Regal Purple thus Jacaranda blooms
Whose beauty is as deadly as grasp of fire.
Wisteria the climbing vine with Mauve and Lilac
The Magenta brewing in Morning Glory
Have offered me with calmness of heart,
Like my mother telling me bedtime story.
As a hopeless romantic, I wander in my sky
With snuggling warmth in my purple heart,
Often sorrow covers as clouds of blues,
And tear like rains as thousand drops apart.
All the shades of the palette blushes with hue,
Like green fields sheath in morning dew,
And our lives goes on in these colors of circle
But amity remains within, as my sky is Purple.