BLACK

Groping we emerge from darkness of womb
with a thought new in blazing inferno doomed
let there be light
aspirations, hopes surface with great stride in sight
only to be lost in the world so blind
all over an eye for an eye yet to find
see we all the things around
yet blind with lives so bound
daring to call a color bright or slack
when all there is only black
pity those do we, having no eyes
shrouded in darkness, help them we cry
till our schedules do us part
bound in our mental chains humans or bullock cart
simple concept misunderstood we fought
hoping for peace we fought
running towards the night infinite
searching for the eternal morning light
                                                                                          -ANANT DESHWAL

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