White Poem by Vera Sidhwa

The white of the sky,
The white ocean expanse,
The white computer screen,
The white paper page.

The white cookie cream,
The white wedding dress,
The white ice-cream on cone,
That white lie.

The white sheets to lie on.
The white washed wall.
The white car,
And it's white coated driver.

The white daisy.
The white rose.
The white freshly plowed snow.
The white snowflakes landing on my head.

The white gloves.
My white socks.
The white powder.
The white board.
The white computer screen.

If undone would turn,
Seven colored rainbows,
Inside each of us.
But we don't want to

Give our selves away,
We don't want to share,
Our inner colors that make us up.
Our inner colors that make our beauty.

Our rainbow selves in hiding,
We look around to see nothing,
But emptiness in our existence
With each other and the world.