Colourless
From the green forests we came
Black and lush
In our beauty—
Thick lipped, black eyed,
Muscular and strong.
From the desert sands we came
Olive and flush
In our beauty—
Strong jawed, sharp eyed,
Hawk nosed riders of the storm.
From far flung corners we came,
Different colors, brushed
With our beauty—
And lost it all to the
White colorless norm.
Merged into this vision
Of one color of no color.
Drained of our identity—
Blank faced, dull eyed,
We learnt to conform.
* * *
A Concept of Beauty
We have made love,
You and I.
Black silk,
White muslin.
Do look beautiful together,
You say this with a sigh.
I know what you mean.
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