I dislike tinges in my life,
I hate shades to be more precise.

I ain't like a red, symbol of sovereignty,
It takes a lot of tears unfolded till infinity.

I scorn blue and purple too,
It is not soothing it adds in the hue.

I grudge orange and yellow and golden though,
They are sharp and bold enough to behold.

Though green is the tone of nature, however,
I don't like it either as they are less found in this urban timber.

I averse the rainbows you see,
It comes only after a huge storm, what a pity?

Tired of lives struggles and tests,
Now want to take a pause and rest.

I crave for subtle white tone and more peace now,
I abstain from planets roars and chaos.

White is the tone my psyche desires, To calm my inner soul, away from the hush of worldly fire.