Mr. Colourblind

There was an artist mocked by all,
They called him Mr. Colourblind.
He made beautiful sketches on the walls,
But filled them with colours of a different kind.

The skies were pink, the trees were blue,
The waters gave a golden glare.
The purists ridiculed and scorned at him
But he simply did not care.

Then a council came to him
Seeking a reaction that they could evoke.
They demanded that he explain himself,
So then he stood up and spoke.

“If saffron & green didn’t speak of religions and hatred,
Then the law of colours I wouldn’t mind.
Bit if I’m expected to be blinded by these colours,
I’d rather be colour-blind.”