A White Car Turned Black Poem by RAJAT GHOSH

The busy road of civilization ran in rapid race
And every car, attempting to defeat the less,
Clashed another, clashes made sound pollution.
No traffic was there to provide a sound sollution.

Then I saw only a white car amidst the colourful.
Amazing it was since the sight was wonderful.
It was slow, but it's simple pace was still steady.
To provide it escort every coloured car was ready.

The red promised to fulfill white's dream in a second.
The green was almost crying to catch its handy hand.
The saffron car asked it to go with him on his easy way,
While the blue one asked it to go in his dream of bay.

Every coloured car was followed by multiple same colour.
Only the exceptional white was alone on the road lower.
He was alone, friend-less and clueless, wonderfully wandering.
Then he decided to do something which was really amazing.

It stopped beside a colour-shop beside the dusty busy road.
He entered into it silently unmounting its huge heavy load.
He bought a beautiful brush and a tub of colour black
And applied it immediately so that it became corrupted black.

After a while, in a four lanes crossing he met the lost four.
All became its friends now with many followers in an hour.
How did this happen? I was searching in my great Google,
Then my mom's morning call broke this puzzling riddle.