You already have a blue with you.
Now a green aspiration in your eyes.
When green is split into two, blue remains
With yellow accomplices a plenty
Differentiating hierarchy you had planted pins in flower pots.
Now in all Croton shrubs
A riot of blue
Your drawing-room, floor carpets – all blue
Even the windows of your room
Submerge in the terror of alarming blue.
You now sit like the wax-birds MOM_PAKHI KI?
In the dark blue sunny caves.
You wish a complete green angel to
Emerge from the tree crevice, and
Immerse you in green oceanic foam.
Now, green aspirations in your eyes!