Colour Blind Poem by Arunava Bhattacharyya

The little blind boy,

Was full of joy-

As he had built his own world! !

Where all colors converged,

And changes submerged,

Until they called it black...



The war just ended,

All loop-holes mended-

Except the death of thousands! !

So they were greeted,

With gunfire and roses,

And they called it red....



The girl and the boy,

For love-they would destroy,

The world, the norms, and the inside-outs! ! !

So they were two-souls in one,

And it wasn't no fun,

Still they called it blue.........



The plot was lost,

As the end was nearing,

The little heart fearing-

Dwindled and dwindled,

Then gave way to perennial tears;

But, they called it white.....