Cool Blue had come but went a sky.
Later blue sea would be one with it
As we came down the Buddha hill.
Rajasthan homes are blue blooded,
Considering their royal households
And the variety of black mustaches.
Houses are blue of color and mood
But the camels blown and sky-high
As they go up and down the dunes.
We are the blue veined of Sat’days,
Our moods on Sundays quite blue
About Mondays ,their white blood.
All things are blue under Bodhi tree,
When we raise our eyes to its leaves
Only to find our blue vertigo there.