I mesmerize with all
That looks colorful and wavy
But the truth is that
I am black all the time.
Dazzling every attire
With my look so brilliant
I stood there holding my head high
To the paint black that defined me.
The very black which promises
To stay all the time I needed
Because she knew color is not to argue
But the feel that you hold within that value.
Where ever I go all the time
People fear my very presence
Because it defines things
That are associated with sorrows.
But the other aspect of mine
Brings a great smile
For now I am the one
Who keeps bad omen afar.
An inspiring and touching poem, dear Ma'am Varsha....10++++++++++++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An excellent write! Appreciated....10++++++++