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The Color That Blinds

Every time I close my eyes
I see the green of Kerala countryside
The dark greens of lumbering rubber trees
The even tranquil green of silent paddy fields
The light lemon yellow green from tender clover leaves 

And then I remember your dupatta
Deep red or possibly maroon
Standing out among the Kerala countrysides.
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  1. Launna October 4, 2013 at 9:04 PM

    Beautiful and thought provoking words;-)

    Thank you for the lovely comment on my blog lettersfromlaunna.blogspot.com ♡

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    1. RajeshOctober 4, 2013 at 9:41 PM

      Thank you for the visit L. Your blog is now on my reading list :-)

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  2. Launna October 5, 2013 at 3:02 AM

    Thank you, I added you to my Bloglovin list... I look forward to your future posts :)

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  3. Sadia KhanOctober 5, 2013 at 11:14 AM

    Whoa...an imagery to fall in love with....m gonna remember your words, whenever I happen to visit Kerala....lovely poem :)

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    1. RajeshOctober 5, 2013 at 2:35 PM

      Thank you Sadia. Kerala is truly breathtaking, so was she :)

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  4. NamrataOctober 6, 2013 at 9:47 AM

    Light lemon yellow color of tender clover leaves..it shows how deeply you carry a piece of kerala with you everywhere! Beautiful! :)

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    1. RajeshOctober 6, 2013 at 10:22 AM

      You are right N. That's the place where I come from, the place I will someday go back to. Thank you for your comments.

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  5. Vandana SharmaOctober 21, 2013 at 10:30 AM

    nature is always fascinating.

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