A poem with vision

They know not colours that we percieve- every little colour in their world being just fair and unfair... They know not to raise a riot, with colours whilst choosing new cycle as dad offers... They know not to break the heart of a smart dusky lady as she waits with hope to be his choice for a wedlock... They know not to raise an issue plinth on colour discrimination, as they raise high with powers from designation... They know not to go green with envy sigh feeling blue to earn by yellow journalism nor to go red out of rage... They know not the colour of the people changing chameleons for their eyes deeply set hasn't got the vision right... They know not, colour that we perceive- every little colour in their world being just fair and unfair...
This post is a part of Blogchatter Half Marathon.
Great to read
Thank you, Sivaranjini 🙂