Mar 17, 2014

THE COLORS



I tried to find the faces there,
Faces hiding behind the holy colors,
Were they gray, were they white,
Or, were they as they say, “The darkness glorified”?

I was beating inside,
Trying to link those crisscross lines,
The boundaries ahead and the ones below,
All colored throughout, thoroughly, in a different human flow.

Why don’t they make sense to me?
As, so easily, they make sense to many!
Why don’t they speak to me, group me, or alienate me?
Why don’t they come up as they come for all; love me, hug me, or hit me till I fall!
Why am I so confused?

Till all of them squall:

  “Why do you want us to get colored in that human doubt?
   Why do you want us to flow segregated of all?
    Look at us, we make sense together,
    Together we rise, and together we fall!”


Yes, TOGETHER THEY RISE, AND TOGETHER THEY FALL!

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