COLORS

I asked god for why he did create,

Colors that are bad.

Wouldn’t it be great if the colors of goodness

Were the only ones we had?

Why is there a color of love,

But also the color of detest?

Why is there even a color of hate,

And not just the color of zest?

Why is there a color of guilt?

Why is there a color of shame?

Why is there a color of anger?

And a color of flame?

Why is there a color of bad,

For every color of good?

Don’t you think with goodness everywhere,

Survive happily we could?

With a smile on his face,

Reply he did.

He said I am a child at heart

Not mature, still a kid.

You see my child,

Goodness would make people blind.

That’s the reason

Why badness I designed.

You’ll not know how pleasing sweet is,

Without tasting the sour.

In the same way without touching the thorns,

Will you know how delicate is the flower?

Ok tell me one thing,

Would you know how your enemy was,

Without comparing them to your mate,

Would you know how precious love was,

Without knowing what was hate?

Now as you grow up, you’ll see different shades of each color,

Which brings variety my dear.

You’ll see different kinds of people,

And different words from them you’ll hear.

Ignoring the bad,

You should live a happy life.

Be a good color my child,

Cause bad colors are rife.