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The dirty canvas

Yellow green blue and black

chit chat along sitting on the color rack

black is the envious one

askin blue that,

why is yellow so shinny and glad?


green said he blends along well

but don’t know why they call him dirty aswell


the beauty queen was shimmering and bright

sitting with her sisters dark and light

thinking of herself as the only queen

the beauty queen green controls the rack’s sheen


its time we colored the world she said,

to which agreed pink white and red


angry black tossed himself on the canvas

making it dirty in fright and anger

all colors now have to blend along

as no one asks them what they want


as black took away the painting’s beauty

white was on a major duty


and yet,

the painter looks at the colors and asks himself

that why dont humans blend as well as the colors blend….



I always try to think out of the box. i love poetry and hope to contribute my best to the field :)

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