The color is dull
The lights are out
Darkness simmers into night
I look for help; i get none
They just stare at me
My eyes are red
My throat is sore
I am shivering in the cold
Forsaken in the wilderness
But they still stare at me
And everything i do is wrong
Everything depraved
So much so a step i take
My fall they would rejoice
I hear them whisper, I hear them speak
They are anxious that i shall rise
And rise i shall; the glory awaits
Glory that is all mine
They can stare all they want
I am brave and bold and fierce
And they may paint me black and white
But hell, i am full of color.
illustration by Sonu Yadav
lines by Abhilasha Tyagi.
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