Tiny Violet lay curled
Mother's womb her world,
Careless and secure
Growing life so pure.
Little Indigo was born
One early summer morn,
A lovely little dame
As precious as a gem.
Blue, a fair maiden
Wooed by men in dozen,
Loved a poor scholar
And married amidst jeer.
Green, a loving home-maker
Poverty, not a bother,
Laughter echoed in her cottage
No meanness, no outrage.
Yellow, struck by fate
Tragically lost her mate,
Young, pretty and hapless
Object of lust and disgrace.
Orange, a determined fighter
Her strength proving mightier,
She worked, fed, survived
With dignity, couldn’t be bribed.
Red flames licked the pyre
Struggle smoothed by fire,
Beauty and strength of a woman
Depicted by rainbow bedizen.
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