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Tuesday, April 1, 2014

TRUE BLUE

 
 
 
I rake my brains hard,
To name something blue,
I have been duly dared,
That it cannot be “you”
 
While on my thoughts, I chew,
And, think of the ocean,
As I try to not eschew,
The skies of the blue notion.
 
As I ponder over more,
There is the Hindu God,
Devotedly followed by scores,
Who are humbly awed.
 
I think of joyous beauty,
And the peacock comes to mind,
To spread its splendor is its duty,
Just when the gray skies descend.
 
Or it could be the Nav’i tribe,
In the mystical Avatar space,
That’s all I am able to  scribe,
Of Blues there are no other trace.
 
PROMPT COURTESY: NAPOWRIMO

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