Black Is Beautiful Poem by Vidyadhar ....
Black Is Beautiful
Every morning in the deep woods of the concrete jungle
With my near and dear ones I sing a coarse musical,
Humans raise from their good night sleep with a frown of unpalatable
They call me ‘Crow’ and express their acerbity with a scowl,
I fly in search of food and material for shelter near and far,
When Lonely On my way in search of food, humans I remember,
For their frown I see whenever I tried to sing melodious tunes, resembling of guitar,
For the dislike they bestow for Black color which symbolizes darkness, which they fear
I am hurt with grief to have born like this without anything of eminent feature;
During the day with birds of colour and voice which are grandeur,
Of the colorful bird ‘winged flame of spring’ called ‘Scarlet Tanager’,
I search for food in a wood, from where a tiny village not so far,
The friendly birds sing in a high pitch note to say we have fallen prey,
In a net laid by the merciless hunter
The hunter from the tiny village had laid his sly colorless nets,
Like a spider’s web, for catching gorgeous looking birds to sell them as pets,
Because of their blissful clour and scintillating voice
the ‘Scarlet Tanager’ says with its eyes wet,
Come noon, the hunter comes and fetches all the lovely birds when the net is full,
Finding no benefits of value with a black bird and coarse voice lets me fly, to be grateful,
To the almighty for making me the way I am,
Because now I know that ‘Black is beautiful & also helpful'
A very internal poem. The emotion shows in ways of fear and solidarity. But at the same time thanking God for its short commings in outside eyes. A Great write Thank you Tracker
I like this poem very much, Many would remember being that black bird. The only difference was, they were not as fortunate as the black bird in your poem, unfortunately it was a long time before they were set free. Melvina
It is a nice poem and we shouldn't ever be ashamed or be feeling sad about the way god created us. Everything in this world is beautiful even black colour and all that is required is to appreciate anything for its natural beauty.
Black or white, the soul must be pure-This truth comes to my mind when I read this nice poem.
Very beautifully write, logically process, words are so good selected. I like your poem, which is so natural in your type.
This is a beautiful poem which shows the integrity of the poet as well. Most of us donot know the worth of what we despise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 10:09:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very deep and beautiful..