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Poetry Month: GREEN

as we find ourselves

coddled at home,

feeling blue

amidst this chaos,

the green secretly flourishes.


my friend tells me a funny story

of a certain minister on a planet in a faraway galaxy

who put a ban on the color green

because his friends from earth called it

a color of hate and terrorism on social media

no wait, in fact he introduced a law

in their parliament of fools

to stop the color from existing in his country

every house must be stripped of green color

all citizens must not wear green at public places

(neither at home, nor in their dreams)

127 people were hanged to death

and a whole town was persecuted

years after he died, his grave turned white

grasses refuse to grow on it

flowers turned around in disdain

but the sexton did not give up

he sowed the grave with a thin layer of seeds

and watered them so much that a bunch of delilah bloomed

ironic that after the minister's death

the sexton had never worn anything other than green

in another article shared by a friend on twitter,

i find a link to a quiz

and i block the friend instantly

because it says,

find out what color is your religion



‘Dissolve in a small quantity of hot water,

6 parts of sulphate of copper,

boil 6 parts of oxide of arsenic with 8 parts of potash,

mix by degrees this hot solution with the first,

agitating continually,

add to it about 3 parts of acetic acid,

and in a few hours there deposes spontaneously at the bottom of the liquor entirely discolored,

a powder of a contexture slightly crystalline, and of a very beautiful,

Emerald green.

I was always drawn to this particular copper (II)-acetoarsenite,

It had some enchantment that i kept reaching for the color in every shop shelf:

Bracelets, bangles, dresses, purses,

I wanted it all in emerald green.

You would probably relate the color to a shiny ring or tiara,

To dense forests and

Algae of the deep sea.

What fascinated me the most about the color is its association with,


Slowly shutting down every system like tabs closing down on a computer

The arsenic formula of the bright emerald green

Killed thousands in victorian europeans after they painted their walls, nurseries, and dyed their clothing the deathly color.

Babies died in their cribs, ladies covered in mutations from wearing the emerald green garments and one Matilda Scheurer,

who applied the arsenic green dye to fake flowers,

died in a way that horrified the populace in 1861.

She threw up green vomit, the whites of her eyes turned green,

and when she died,

Her last words,

"everything i look at is green." An entire society, knowing the fatalities that would occur using the hazardous dye, still continuing to do so,

Is a satire

As i still reach out to purchase the next emerald green thing i can lay my hands on.


(They found alternative ways to reproduce the color)


in the spice gardens of Thekkady

lurk many a childhood story

when children sat with grandfathers,

whose stories of the garden were

more treasured than those of the Great War,

and grandmothers bubbling over

with secret recipes they’d eavesdropped on

when they were little girls.

here, beneath the green boughs are rooted

legends of the hills of Periyar, and the 𝘗𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘺,

hills draped in silks of greens and all spice.

robusta and camellia sinensis have been friends

from even before the first tiger was spotted

nonchalantly sipping water from the river.

in time, there came cardamom and 𝘬𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘬𝘶

gaurs and elephants, clove and 𝘬𝘶𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘬𝘶.

the stories i heard in these gardens

spoke of great warriors and kings,

cutthroats and pillagers, taking back with them

the fruits of the lands. but none, i believe

could take back the exact shade, the matching hue

of the green that abounds.

so, they settled instead for stories that are laced

with the fragrances of cinnamon, sandal, nutmeg

and first flush tea.



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