Jai Verman

Colors of Identity

I, just like a palette, am full of colors striving to glow,

With each step I take, my canvas starts to grow.

Not random, yet not chasing one set role,

My canvas takes shape, and soon will be whole.

Becoming like none the world has ever known,

My canvas tells my story–it's mine alone.

I see India’s orange, green, white, and blue,

With America’s proud red, white, and blue.

Not seen as colors kept apart,

But blended as one work of heart.

And it starts to form a shade,

Not pure or plain, but richly made.

A muted hue of brown, both strong and wise,

Like roots in soil where my true self lies.

It’s not one color, but a blend so true,

Of where I come from and where I'm headed to.

While reading through the music score,

I feel blue rushing in and colors my canvas more.

Whether it be piano or flute,

I know this feeling is absolute.

In music, I find an elegant grace,

A grace which causes the world to calm and slow its pace.

Starting as just a spark, I saw red,

Now it's a fire that burns bright in my head.

It continues to urge me to grow,

And lift up others as I go.

During a cross country race,

The fire inside fuels every step I chase.

No matter how numb my body feels,

It drives me forward with iron heels.

Green sprouts in the dreams I chase,

From steps I take at my own pace.

What started as a tiny seed,

My love for robots grew with speed.

Now a tree full of vibrant green,

Fed by my dreams and growth brightly seen.

Black numbers are dabbled on the white page bright,

Showing how I solve and make logic take flight.

Though at times it feels tough to resolve,

The red in me pushes me to evolve and solve.

When I’m with those I care for most,

Warm yellow sparks the laughs we boast.

It lifts the weight my thoughts once hurled,

Leaving me free with no care in the world.

No matter the task or trials in view,

That yellow light will still shine through.

On my canvas, it stands out brighter than any other,

For their support means more than I can ever uncover.

On my canvas, these colors don’t stand apart,

They dance and blend like a living art.

A stunning design across the canvas flows,

With colors and feelings only my story knows.

This is my canvas, raw and true,

It’s not simple, rather it’s my every hue.

Happy, confident, ready to rise,

With fire in my head and stars in my eyes.

The journey ahead is bright and wide,

And I’ll paint it all with color and pride.