A Colorless Journey. Poem by Kiran Prasad

A Colorless Journey.



The fields rush past
A swoosh of green
A patch of blue
A colorless milieu
To the waterborne lenses

Red and brown
Mortar and soil
I stand alone
Amongst the spoils
Sinew, blood and tears colored the same

The blooms bend low
Sunflower and mustard
Yellow and ochre
Uncertain in hope
A future lost for sure.

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Kiran Prasad

Kiran Prasad

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