Tuesday, November 11, 2008


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.


Pooja K said...

I am truly touched by this poem. Especially in the times that we have been living. I hope I can appreciate uniqueness and see beauty in every human being much more.

Dipu said...

Your poems seem to have a strong streak of...perhaps, post-colonial sentiments rubbed through them. And in this one,a seeking to delineate that from identity crisis and blind materialistic aping.

I thoroughly enjoyed it!
Personally i hope to write more cognitvie and tuned poems of this sort...someday!