My face brightens up,
With a smile,
When nostalgia strikes,
The childhood memories are renewed.
From the depth of the heart.
Like the treasures of the forgotten past!
I remember the day,
When I used to lay on my bed!
Drawing every creature that came into my mind,
Painting them with every hue I knew.
Black,blue white and red.
Each and every color had a importance of its own,
Blue gave the water its life!
Black made a beautiful picturesque of night,
Yellow made the crowns of kings and queens,
Red being the attractive of all,
Provided the cherries,their shining skins.
All the colors together made the picture,
Complete and unique.
The days passed and I grew up.
Proud of my dark skin,
Unaware of this flaw!
I stepped into this unknown world,
But I found the colors, I was friends with; Weren't colors anymore!
They were the standards of grandeur,
White defined beauty,
While the black and brown were signs of inferiority!
I was told I wasn't beautiful!
Instead I was a fainéant!
Unworthy of any laud,
The people stared at me in disgust!
I was dark skinned!
Until today I face the contemn,
I get embarrassed in front of others!
But somewhere inside,
those pictures are preserved in my heart!
And I can hear them,
Their constant whisper -"Every color has its own beauty,
The world isn't made from any one of them
It is made up of all!
And that's what makes it a heaven
For the mankind to live on!"