Born with no knowledge
No pride, no honour
I am a human
In the search of a holy color
First I gazed at a holy pillar
White and revered
On the cross
Was the holy shepherd
Next I wandered
Temples and shrine
Saffron I saw
The color was divine
A bit further I went
Heard a voice pure and clean
With a star on half moon
The color was green
Gazing at the sky
I am still very keen
Is it White?
Saffron or green
Then at a distance
I watch this mortal
Helping a aged
Struggling to Toddle
Farther I see a kid
Sharing his supper
With a starving animal
Satisfying its hunger
Smilingly while I walked
On grass and weed
Saw a pauper waiting for someone
Wanting to feed
My hands all of a sudden
Raised him a dollar
Because now they knew
Humanity was my holy color
Such a beautiful blend of colors, religion and human emotions - all intertwined. After reading this one, I could see a rainbow in my 'mind's eye'!
I like this poem a lot. it is beatifully written and the subject is deep. Bravo indeed! I also like the idea of associating colors with religions. It is personal and interesting. Well done. Enea
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem that makes you wonder.... humanity, love. A lovely interwoven piece. Well done.