White Crayon Poem by Jaya Das
White Crayon
Akin to seven colors
I was the white crayon
They filled their silhouette
Splendid and bright
Alas! My head turned broad
Leaving a blank canvas drawn
Staying among motley wax
My endeavors were hidden,
Unseen, unborn
Proceeding the book of life
Came a day in the halfway
When eyes stuck on the black page
Finger lingering through all
From the box of crayons,
I was picked!
Brilliant poem how cleverly written my dear friend and what a smashing ending...that's what poetry is about conveying a message with that awesome subtley that you portrayed in this poem. I hope many read this and I love the poet note it's wise words :)
Hi Jaya, A very poignant poem; a little philosophical.100+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/2/2024 3:36:56 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Jaya, this is a great poem. It is a reminder of how we should acknowledge those who are important. Too often, however, I suspect the person in question has gone and the opportunity evaporates. Again, a wonderful poem.
thanks poet