Wednesday, 27 January, 2021, 4:12 PM
latest
Home Literature

COLOUR BAR

Published : Saturday, 8 February, 2020 at 12:00 AM  Count : 424
George Sichinga

COLOUR BAR

COLOUR BAR

Grey hair akin to being wise,
There's a mass of colour before my eyes
Colour-coded suffering of my kind,
For a second, the scene maroons my mind.
Brown, yellow, white, and black
Clashing to paint red the streets
All we want is for our blue money to make us happy
But somehow we end up as pale bodies under white sheets,
I hold no grudge though
Instead stand bright like orange,
Taste sweet too like an orange
Tan on a skin that is light
Perhaps a little off colour,
But the brown feet walk me to what's right
No more turn pink on my cheeks,
At the sight of that colour white,
I entertain grey thoughts,
Thoughts whose shade negates the matter,
Green earth, blue sky, and yellow sun
Combine to become one,
Succumb to purple ideas
With less luck but much effort have no fears
But I am colour blind
I have no favourite colour,
No red. No blue.
I don't see white nor black, I see people,
And aren't we all equal? Mmm..
(My Intellect's Loud And Noisy-MILAN)










« PreviousNext »



Latest News
Most Read News
Editor : Iqbal Sobhan Chowdhury
Published by the Editor on behalf of the Observer Ltd. from Globe Printers, 24/A, New Eskaton Road, Ramna, Dhaka.
Editorial, News and Commercial Offices : Aziz Bhaban (2nd floor), 93, Motijheel C/A, Dhaka-1000. Phone: PABX 9586651-58; Online: 9513959; Advertisement: 9513663
E-mail: [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],   [ABOUT US]     [CONTACT US]   [AD RATE]   Developed & Maintenance by i2soft