Brown Skins Poem by nithya raghavan

Our levels of existence
Lie trapped under this
Brown skin. Our skins
“Pollute” the crystal
Blue river into pig sty
Brown at a slight touch,
Our harsh voices drench
Our words in black drawing
Smoke in the air.
Mountains in lush brown fear
The white snow invasion
And joyful imperialism,
Autumn white lilies
Dominate the soil,
Skin colours heave
Themselves across the
Brown-pink chessboard.
This brown chocolate and
Yellow noodles excreted from
Somewhere will be
Swallowed by Earth’s
Tamarind tongue, unable to
Differentiate water from
Poison. The moon bathing
In the sweat of grey clouds
Spark rebellious black wicks
On sensitive candles……..