Black
is the colour
Of
the rain that falls today
Black
is the farm
And
the crop that grows on it
Black
is the sown
Black
is thy plough
Oh
bygone William, black is now your reaper
Black
is the bone and black is the eye
So
which is the daisy, which one the dew?
On
that land of ice
White
melts in fear
Sun
burns away
Moon
no more there
The
whole world burns
Even
the flame’s colour is black
So
why play Holi
Coal
will always smile
Yet
there’s a heart
That
smears a crumb of hope
The
moon may be whitewashed
The
rainbow painted anew
-Ritesh
06/03/2015
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