The colour of this world

(A poem by Shruti, posted unedited by her parent - please indulge :) )

The colour of this world
Was it black or was it white
Or bright red in all its might
Maybe it was grey
Like the stories sometimes say
Of the moth or the peacock
Of butterflies and fairies
Have u not heard?
Do u not wonder
At the miraculous wonder
That is this world.

And what of it now
With its sparks and neons
A whole new vision
Seems like its gods new mission
To create a world of change
Of colours that range
From A cold blue to an angry red
To a happy yellow
And it can be said
That in this in quest of colours
he has used the minds
Of the millions of people
With their trillions of dreams
Made of vivid shades and shadows
And light strokes of sorrows
To each the world seems
Of a different colour
And through these means
He has achieved
What he sought to achieve

So what can we say
Is the colour of this world?
It depends on the way
You spent your day today
On the way you live your life
In peace or in strife
Because you are the ones
The ones who paint this world
For its your dreams hopes and desires
That are the colours of this world