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Colours


 Roses are red, violets are blue,


Hibiscus is red; or orange too.

So many colours - don't you see?

Colours make us utterly happy.

The flowers are red, the sky is blue,


Mix them together - a purple hue.

The sea is blue, the sun is yellow,


Mix them together - green jello!

So many colours - don't you see?

Colours make us utterly happy.

What's white? Well, red is blood,


Mix them together - a pink flood!

Red for apple, yellow for - anything!


You get the beautiful orange... Orange!

So many colours - don't you see?

Colours make us utterly happy.

What are the colours of the twinkly stars?

I want to know, but they're so far!

Now here is the question of the day,

What colour is a star, I'd like you to say.


So many colours, don't you see?

Colours let us free!

Red here, 🟥

Orange there. 🟧

Yellow spots everywhere!🟡🟡🟡

Green tree,🌳

Blue sea,🌊

Indigo blueberries.🔵

Violet - the colour of beautiful brinjal,🍆

These colours are more than enough,

To light up a whole hall!🌈


VIBGYOR, this team forms the rainbow,

So here are the beautiful colours, oh!


Comments

  1. T.SrinivasanMay 11, 2022 at 11:05 AM

    Super Shriyandhaa. Beautiful poem. Keep it up.

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  2. T.SrinivasanMay 11, 2022 at 11:15 AM

    Colourful beautiful poem by you shriyandhaa. It gives me very much happiness. Great writing in this age it's gift of the God keep it up.
    From Pushpa patti

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  3. AnonymousMay 11, 2022 at 1:41 PM

    Excellent

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  4. AnonymousMay 11, 2022 at 1:47 PM

    Awesome,Shriyandhya!👏👏👏

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