Beatitude

I have a fondness for

color yellow

So-what, if they call me

a dirty-fellow

But my cheerful smile

beams yellow

Shines my smiles like

the sunflower yellow

I like to keep my friendships

Like paintings of meadows all yellow

Like the ever happy-looking

shoe-flower yellow

I always pull my breaks

when the street-light turns yellow

Good to stay safe rather than be sorry

so, never cross over once it turns yellow

My bliss twinkling in my eyes

like the smiley-face yellow

I share joyful-bond with my family and my fellows

like the sun shares sun-rays golden-yellow

My laughter has no bounds

in my sundress yellow

I dance with me, myself and

obtain beatitude under the colorful rainbow

On festivals with flower marigold

I create rangolis with shades of yellows

This magic it creates for one’s eyes

Is much more than any rose shade yellow

Each harvest in each summer

Party-time to enjoy fruits all labor

I love the magical satisfaction I find on children’s faces

As they lick and gulp the pulp of mangoes yellow