I’m the outside arch of the rainbow And the colour of tropical sunsets, I’m the colour of sweet scented roses I’m like the seeds of the pomegranate
I’m the colour of the lovely ladybird Of lobsters and flamingoes The colour of rubies and autumn leaves Of watermelons and tomatoes
I’m the colour of the fiery garnet And the hue of fresh strawberries the colour of some skittles and rambutan And of playfully dancing poppies
I’m the coppery glow of the planet Mars Shining down from the sky overhead I’m the colour of your cheeks when you beam with joy I am the radiant colour RED.
I’m the colour of fresh spring grass And the colour of peas in a pod I’m also what many a parrot looks like And the colour a grasshopper’s got
I’m the tint on crunchy, young apples On honeydew, pears and grapes I’m the colour of the Nile crocodile and the slith-slithering grass snake
I’m the colour of the beautiful jade stone And the rustling leaves on trees Im also the the colour of your lovely face when you’ve had too much ice cream!
I’m the colour of the deep dark woods, The loveliest marble you’ve ever seen! I’m sometimes also called Mother Nature I am the beautiful colour GREEN
The Polaris or the North Star is part of Ursa Minor’s tail and is located above the North Pole. Sailors and other people traveling at night have long used Polaris to tell which way is north.
There was once a shiny patch Of seven little stars She was called the Ursa Minor You couldn’t see her from afar
One day Father Chaos Came whooshing on a gale He plucked away the littlest star In Ursa Minor’s tail
The Little Bear felt wonky And then her head, it drooped Ursa Major huffed and puffed Her baby did not look good!
Mother Cosmos felt the pain In Ursa Major’s sighs She floated out the window Of her castle in the sky
“What do we have here now Ursa Minor’s lost a star? Oh skies of blue, that just won’t do! Let’s see now - Here you are!”
With that she waved a kindly hand And opened up her fist And dropped a sheeny shiny star The brilliant Polaris
Ursa Minor looked at her tail As it shone near and far Many a traveller now finds her way In the twinkle of her North Star
Golden Repair or Kintsugi is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by mending the areas of breakage with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver or platinum.
There was once a china mug He was some twelve years old He’d done a very good job Holding drinks both hot and cold
Over the years the china mug Had seen his share of strain His rim was chipped in two places He had permanent tea stains
But he was quite a trooper He never lost his smile Even when the bright new mugs Would tease him all the while
One day the lady of the house Was wiping down the sink Her hand hit the china mug And down he went crashing
He lay in five odd pieces Across the kitchen floor The lady picked them all up And put them in a drawer
Ten days later the other mugs Saw a creature most divine! A pretty china mug laced With lovely golden lines
It’s me the old china mug! He said smiling at their stares I’ve just been mended gently With love and Golden Repair
And so it is with old things Friendships, mugs and toys With love and care, gentle repair They bring constant joy
Mahvash Mohtadullah - The Roaming Desi 