//The colours you forgot to take away.

I have been a home to parasitesWith minimal urge to live within meThey say I am blind at times to recogniseThe beauty and belongingness of being a host.I creep every dawn with black coffeeAnd black dailies filled with black headlinesWith black inks on innocent white paper.Their violence on the sheet reflects Exactly the pain and grief of the subject.And amidst all these blacks and whitesThere are a few gray ones in the smallest cornersAs headlines have become something The lines on head doesn't widen for anymore.

I feel like being in a nationDiseased with Parkinson's and smileA smile of sattire, as another child is killedBy the gluttonous belly of a rich ladWho forgot or rather chose to leave a bowlFilled with life but for the one less privileged.

My country feels like an antonymOf what its flag was actually meant for.There lies a huge gap amidst saffron and greenAll left between is barren and whiteAnd the wheel which was to keep them togetherHas been left untouched by both of them.I pity it for being a wheel from my lands.I pity for none from both the extremes could Till date understand it shall rotate to successWhen both of them tried the same clockwise directions.

Maybe the people who bleed for thisHave left their colours for us Very immature usWho question their thoughts and askAren't these "The colours you forgot to take away!..."©Rajat Kumar Dalai