I have seen the colour black,
Colour that is so deep dark and intense
God never introduced me to other colours,
that can also be my firend
To me all colours are same,
Can't see the beauties for the world,
For this whom to blame.
Rough and Tough but fact of my life,
I am living it with this thought
That i am blind.
Sun Rise or Sunset both are same to me,
Freshness on the flower with a dew dropp is fake to me
I can feel,
Feel the beauty, beauty of the world,
I live in my own illusioned World.
Don't know it's true or fake
I am living with this thought,
Darkness, Densness in my fait.
Priya Arora
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-80/
