People people all round
Different shapes with different grounds
All are connected with an unseen thread
Some are violet, some lil green and others are red
I had no choice for voilets and greens
I always wanted the red being little mean
I realised you cannot get closer to red
you can only dream them in your bed
Red are the ones who touched your heart
You found them impressive and smart
They come again and again in your life
They always make you walk on the knife
People people all around
Some are weired and some are renouned
All need love with no human touch
You also like to be with them and see no watch
Violets are the one you grow by default
They curse you and hit you without any fault
They will always take you for granted
coz you are the one who they have hunted
Greens are easy to handle still with care
they can push you in dark with pulling your hair
I have been trusted them on and off
they have used me as a button in their cuff
People people all aound
I still have desire to hear red sound
It's me who is blind with my open eyes
I don't wanna see violets and greens in the open skies
May god bless me with atleast one red
and i am sure i will die a death of a mad
Written by Vaibhav Maitreya
Different shapes with different grounds
All are connected with an unseen thread
Some are violet, some lil green and others are red
I had no choice for voilets and greens
I always wanted the red being little mean
I realised you cannot get closer to red
you can only dream them in your bed
Red are the ones who touched your heart
You found them impressive and smart
They come again and again in your life
They always make you walk on the knife
People people all around
Some are weired and some are renouned
All need love with no human touch
You also like to be with them and see no watch
Violets are the one you grow by default
They curse you and hit you without any fault
They will always take you for granted
coz you are the one who they have hunted
Greens are easy to handle still with care
they can push you in dark with pulling your hair
I have been trusted them on and off
they have used me as a button in their cuff
People people all aound
I still have desire to hear red sound
It's me who is blind with my open eyes
I don't wanna see violets and greens in the open skies
May god bless me with atleast one red
and i am sure i will die a death of a mad
Written by Vaibhav Maitreya
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