She was a colour Unperceived Untouched And yet Like a palette Where they all merged As a river with the Crimson horizon. She was the black of her eyes Shining through the floating brown In them. She was the red of her lips Wearing it like summer sunsets. She was the yellow of Fall Like leaves under the gulmohor tree. She was their orange And a slight tinge of them both Tossing in the wind Like perfumed petals around butterfly wings. She was the grey of dancing strands Of curling hair, She was the mustard of daffodils In a rose garden Standing tall and smiling. She was the blue of my favourite shirt And the peach of the trousers I paired with it. She was the green of fresh grass And the shine of dew on them. She was the winter's hue Wrapped around her shaking body. She was the satin white of jasmine On her pale death bed