Mother India moans
Painting her colours of pride
My hand hovers over my colours, they are as sweet as lollies to me,
so delicious I want to eat them, but they have something for you to see.
A palette of pieces of pastels, a colour range so divine,
beckoning me to create form, something that is mine.
My hand moves with my vision, of the brightest India I can see,
Bharat not ravaged and torn, with a plague they cannot flee.
Cotton coloured sarees, cobalt skies and painted joy,
I paint a beaming smile on the face of a small boy.
We hear your cries across the shores and feel your beating breaking heart,
I reach for blue, for pink, for red and paint a brand new start.
Mother India we hear you, your loud moans across the sea,
So I will paint your colours on again, as you used to be.
This germ will not defeat you, the colours tell me so,
Hold on, hold tight and pray, a time will come for it to go.
Touching up my edges, some shading here and there,
Behold you are a vision, a country without a care.
By Lou Symons
About the Creator
Louise Symons
My name is Lou Symons and I live in Queensland, Australia with my family and fur balls. I'm a relief teacher and an online-tutor and love every minute of it. Art, food, music and animals speak to my soul and a chance to write! Here goes...
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