some grow like a banyan tree, some falter and creep
follows me like a shadow through the ages indeed
they are black, they are white, yellow and green
and not to forget good ones of red, blue and cream
pink is my favorite, gives a new hue to the morning dew
greens security is ever with you
yellow says hello to me and others few
blue becomes serious hunting for your naked view
red is annoyed, always ready for the fight
cream makes you dream with your head held high
my memories in sequel, like black, gray and white!
This is a poem by one of my favourite people. Memories and colour do blend well. The imagery is beautiful and the forced rhymes are intelligently crafted.
