• juniorauthor 5w

    The Hue of Black

    Call it the hero, call it the king...
    The charm of black, no hue can bring.

    No fear of alteration, no fear of stain...
    Stands everywhere equally, whether boon or bane.

    Black is in the mind, oh how is it so kind...
    The only color be seen by the blind.

    Black is the eye, back is the hair...
    Where all disappears, black starts from there.

    Black is the kaajal, for beauty of a woman...
    Black is the thread, to cease bad omen.

    Black is the Kaali, black is the Krishna...
    Full of power, mercy, grace, charisma.

    Black we write, black we read...
    Black is money when earned with greed.

    Black is diamond, in the womb of the earth...
    Black is smoke, black is the dirt.

    Black is prior the rain, black is after the fire...
    Black is to paint shame, for immoral and liar.

    Be it the hero, be it the king...
    The magic of Black, no hue can bring.
    ©juniorauthor