Black Poem by Anonymous Still

black
It has always been my favorite color
for how perfectly it would look 'classy'
how beautifully it would be hiding all the brightness in its core
yet nobody would ever get a glimpse
But when it starts becoming the color of life
it makes the people run away
for how would someone ever handle the color which would hold so much emotion
the haters of dark and grey
will you explain what color space is?
the carrier of all the sunshine
how beautifully black brightens the one in foreground
but when someone experiences black
it somehow becomes a reason for isolation and 'taboo'
but let me tell you this
all the bearers of white and bright
moon intensifies its beauty at night
yet in day it stands as a spot in the sky in-spite
let me tell you
I am living in black
but somehow I have known the beauty of all the colors
the green of the leaf
the waves of the cloud
the whiteness of wind
the purple of desolation
the yellow of bright sunny day
the pink of love
the brown of fall
and the rainbow of spring
and yet when I am going through a 'black'hole
the shine of light is immense here
it makes you close your eyes
and ironical you see black again! !