Hues
Once in a blue moon
Life offers me its grace
I jump at its chance all over the place
And like a feather, I soar within its air
A feeling of peace invades my soul
And life roses within and hopes bloom
I fly further taken by this fancy feel
Lost in ecstasy, oblivious to its fraud…
Oops!!! The sky is getting deeper in hue
Out of the bleu it ends in tears
In no way do I grasp its cold claws
I was tickled pink I was in the clouds
The roses within fainted and hope woes
The bright pink aura turns hueless
The woes weight the wet feather down
On the hard brown ground… Alas! Easy prey!
On no account let its mirage of bliss
Take you away from your brown ground
Never build castles on its air
Cultivate your ground let the real-life flourish within
Let your dark brown dust sprouts hues.
S.C.P.Biba
So-called Poetry of Biba 