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.....
Arunava Bhattacharyya
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/colour-blind-14/
