Once I Talked To The Colors Poem by Akhtar Jawad

In search of colors I went to the flowers
I asked the violet, "Why you are violet? "
"God has designed me to suck the violence
I have been sucking this poison, I regret,
every time I was faded before I could suck it all.
Alas! I am a flower so small! "

I asked the blue wild indigo, "Why you are indigo? "
"God has designed me to suck the wildness
I have been sucking this poison, I regret,
I could not change an animal into a man
my capacity to suck is limited.
Alas! I am a flower so small! "

I asked the blue Iris, "Why you are blue? "
"God has designed me to suck the ignorance
I have been sucking ignorance, I regret,
I sucked much of it but couldn't spread wisdom,
I am empty now but man is not yet wise.
Alas! I am a flower so small! "

I asked the green Bells, "I don't listen to your bells! "
"God has designed a church within me,
and my bells had been inviting for centuries,
but hate is more colorful than love,
I am constrained to remain silent now.
Alas! I am a flower so small! "

I asked the yellow sun flower, "Why do you love the sun? "
"God has designed me to promote friendship
I'm a true friend and I don't mind sun's harmful radiations
I use it as a catalyst to change my nectar in edible oil,
couldn't teach the man to change enmity in friendship.
Alas! I am a flower so small!

I asked an orange Bird of Paradise, "Where is paradise? "
"God has designed me to convey a message
both Heaven and Hell are within you,
you carry it on your shoulders.
But man reads my message when he can't change his load.
Alas! I am a flower so small! "

I asked a red rose, "Are you a message of love? "
"I have been, but the man has changed me,
now I am a message of bloodshed and fire,
in the name of love they're promoting hate,
May I advise? Don't talk the colors,
watch silently a white rose and feel its fragrance.
Alas! I am not a white flower! "