A glimpse we shared and your spurn
was ample for me to learn
your brightest nook, every hideous corners.
Now, even when you act anonymous
pronto I know it's you, one of your facets
that keeps soul guarded, keeps from onus.
Did I ever tell you?
I love all the colours of the rainbow
which when subtracted by pigments
give black lies
but I see them pure white through
my prismatic eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One's true colours does come to the surface one way or the other. Liked the drop. Thanks
Thank you Jayshree: -)