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Mar 2012
The color is red…..
It’s the love, the sunset and the tears shed…
The color is blue…
It’s the sky, the water, and the emotions so true….
The color is black…
It’s the magic, the depth, the spades and the jack….
The color in pink…
It’s for the flowers, the sweetness for the eyes of a doll in a wink…
The color is green
The trees… the envy the deep sense of thought within….
The color is ash…
The smokes buried… the dimes and some lost cash….
The color is yellow…
The brightness, the aroma… the lakes so shallow…
The color is brown…
The old chair,  the sculpture , the queen’s crown…
The color is gold…
It’s the necklace, the ear-rings and friends so old…
The color is mine…
It’s the rhythms… the experience, the life –line.
Madhubanti Chatterjee
Written by
Madhubanti Chatterjee  Baltimore
(Baltimore)   
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