Colours

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Blue Line, Yellow Line, Red Line
Some smaller;
The green line, violet line
Some exclusive
The orange line..

We intersect each day
We cross each other;
Only colours, aint we?

Together we make, the veins of Delhi:
Alone,
We are just colours..
(Dated: 4 December, 2011)
courtesy: "Lump In The Throat"

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