Rupsa’s hunt

Purple, pink and yellow,
Colours plucked by tender hands,
And mixed in my mind’s palette.
Feast of colours there is outside,
Drawing a host of invitees.
Come chipmunk and chameleon,
Cast fleeting glances and scurry away.
Little footsteps scamper to reach
The promises they leave behind.
Honey bees humming relish,
Humming bird fluttering over the fountain
Form the backdrop.
Luring smile from the rustling narcissus,
Mirrored in the blue-tinged pool, beckons.
Tweeny hands hunt for the colours
Wherever colours could be
And put up the choicest ones with loving care.
Not colours, but much—much more.
Purple, pink and ‘lello’.