"October is singing the poem of purple "

Got obsessed with purple.

Ambition & creativity was in her vanity,

Scents were smelling mystery and magic.

Was grown with extravagance & taught grandeur,

Dancing in the garden with the garlands of love.

Later coupled with the darkest hue of the spectrum,

But was courageous to hold the basket of coronets.

Covetousness in the air and basket in the arms,

Was told to step back but she was enlightened to hold on.

One by one when asked were served.

They wore and danced with the coronets on their heads.

Some fall, some danced but it was not from the heart,

Because it was copied and hooped,

Snatched from the blooms of purple.

Got blessed with purple.

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