RED

The hills are still green,

Ocean stays aquamarine.

People of the land,

 White or black!

 Why am I red?

I didn’t choose,

Neither did I like.

Too strong for my taste!

It just appeared,

Urging me to wear.

I shied and ran,

It followed back.

I hid behind,

the bland white.

It patiently waited.

   

Why me?

I asked finally,

giving up the pretense.

Your time’s come,

It smiled and said.

You are bright,

Strike the eye,

Difficult to blend,

with other colours

I passionately denied.

You have tried,

Worn others colours,

Ignoring me this long,

The only colour that holds,

The key to your heart.

The colour I had refused,

Wrapped itself around,

Moved gently but surely,

Erasing my unsure thoughts,

Filling me with Love!