Have you ever seen the right colour of sorrow?
Is it red, black or blue or other?
To me, the red mountain stands as a healing natural wonder,
The red rose as the symbol of love and romance for the dearer,
The red sharesas the essence of an auspicious harbinger.
But my heart aches with pain and misery to see the red blood of nearer,
To acknowledge defeat by fate by an honest life soldier,
Or to view suddenly the morning red sky by a young sailor.
Is the colour of sorrow black or blue?
To me, black adds a touch of elegance to outfits,
Peace in sleep, beauty in hair and eyelids,
Striking and lovely canvas to the artist.
Though horrific is the dark side of human nature
What harms the societal norm and grandeur.
Then is the colour of sorrow blue?
To me, the blue sky is the epitome of joy and beauty,
The blue attire reflects attraction and looks witty.
But the blue pain of separation from the nearest one
Speaks of utter depression and fragility.
Then what is the right colour of sorrow
Is it the pale face of a child suffering in war?
Or the jaundiced colour of people suffering from hunger,
Or the deep cold and calm face of a dead mother to the child?
Is there any colour of sorrow that seems to you right?
