The Color Scheme
Poetry
Sir, gentlemen, ladies
and
hey, my dear buddies!
Here I ask again
isn’t there much to this world
than just the color of your skin?
Ask the clover
a platter of colors
flourish their kingdom once.
And now below the ground they lay;
into the clay,
into the dust,
some unkind say.
Ask the clover how proud it was
of his hibiscus blue;
roses red, black, and of different hues;
the sunflower, with a yellow skirt and a nipper smile;
a jasmine, with serene alabaster teeth that shined.
Golden showers, hanging from the sky like peals of sunshine,
lilies with the crest of white,
the kadam, the kusum;
together in the clover gleamed.
Where baby girl flowers with colourful frock
and baby boy flowers with nickers different;
birds of different colorful flocks;
together lived
Did it ever mock her children,
whatsoever color they wore;
It only knew together they enhanced the beauty
of the barbed space, in which;
each had a place in the family big!
Ask the sky, blue to blue,
unconquered, virgin, and yet mature;
open its space for one and all,
with the plumage that each owns;
yellow, blue, black or white;
together they fly the undivided sky,
a sky that favors all!
I dive into the blue waters deep,
a platter of colors survived in unison there too!
and we the men
intelligent and superior among all!
Defining our sovereignty,
with the colour of skin.
Black and dogs not allowed;
muddy and brown
placards, defining and dividing this world
that seems to be one,
a planet blue that was to be owned by one and all!
And all below the clay will one day lay
and that what will be left will be,
laurels of heroism
a body revered, covered with the national flag,
in boxes never die;
that plunged into the battlefield for a cause.
Geniuses of head,
kindness of heart,
a soft touch to a weeping face,
a beauty that cannot be defined!
The color of skin will be the first to go,
maggots to eat them first!
O’ the sour heart,
bitter and critical;
look at the evening sky,
a multitude of colors there thrives too;
the sky embraces them all!
Who are you to define?
the beauty that is slotted under only one color scheme!
Beauty can never be defined,
into eyes they live
different to each eye,
outliving the color of the skin;
nay, don’t you pine for color at all!
It is an illusion, don’t be preyed on by them!
