A Prejudiced Union Poem by Nikhat Bano

With great religious fervour and flavour,
a harmonious alliance was solemnised;
When a fairer groom was talk of the town,
and alien gazes watched a coloured bride.

A man from the rank and file got a wife,
who was a rich man's heiress by surprise;
Once a practicing doctor, but later
her dark tone made her a prole's bride.

Why do we've such deals in our society,
where status is linked with one's complexion?
Where a fairer sex is no more fairer,
when her soul is wrapped in colouration?

Sadly, complexion is related to gloom?
'Our dusky beauty was failed by mental cripples.'
Can't we respect disparity and dissimilarity?
Pray, O Adam's children! Shun notions filthy little?

Why does complexion bothers us, so much?
When it's a game of chance everywhere?
How come pigmentation affects one's soul,
when a soul is exalted by one's dealings fair?

Let's remember the words of a messenger (PBUH) ,
"White people have no superiority over black people,
nor black people have any superiority over whites,
they'll be reckoned except by piety and self-denial."


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