While on morning walk today, br Thought emerges to describe the color br Of Mumbai sky, but can’t get the correct word: br It is aluminum-like, light gray, br Same wherever on the entire irregular patch br Of sky in Bandra, I am allowed to see through br Hedged in by trees, buildings and roofs. br br As the eyes sweep down, the colors br Around me attract: green, blue, br Black, yellow, red BEST bus, the objects reflecting br There is no end to my counting: br In green alone I can see br Seventeen different shades. br Once I start enjoying the difference br Between one green and another br Luxuriant, shiny or dark, br Light-green, or parrot or bluish green br Or green seen against sunlight from below br Or with sunlight falling on the green leaves, - br In between remembering the sea-green incorruptible br Of Carlyle in his French Revolution br Or Lady Macbeth’s seas before becoming br Incarnadined - br Greens stretch unending in mind, and around, br Till suddenly the purple morning glory in front br Mocks me: while the special dark pink, above br Of bougainvillea blushes silently at stupid man br Who shows off his reading to Nature, br And makes up by waving and dancing gently. br br Colors of Life and Nature are around me br Anywhere anytime: br I love them, including br Different black shadows in the dark.