Love Color Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

We in India adore color
But find good favor
With black color
As it shields for dishonor

At the age of sixteen
Any black woman may look queen
Like simple rose in desert
With elegant show to insert

Is it crime to have skin?
That is always before us to be seen
The lady in field
With all her work to be held

Be always proud
And say loud
You are His creation
With peace and harmony in relation

It breaks all norms
When you are informed
"Hi sweetie" you are black pearl
Uncut diamond to look beautiful and turn

I love unfinished stone
They are precious but never spoken about
Their worth is incomparable
Life seems nice and stable