Black: A poem by Kanakagiri Shakuntala


0


When white is deprived of light
‘Black’ looms threateningly
Giving an eerie feeling of something amiss depressingly
Misquoted and misrepresented,
Black was always a black sheep
Misjudged and misled “not as black as painted’, bleak
Black as a devil, black as  thunder
Black as a raven, black for sure is a  black wonder
Often looked down upon as a gross cataclysm
Foreboding evil and ushering  in some kind of a pessimism
For some ignorant, suggestive of superstition
For wizardry and witchcraft, black magic a rare opportunism
Black is majestic, formidable and at times daunting
Also comforting, soothing  and cajoling
Attractive and appealing in its grandeur
Accosting and admonishing with a flair
Black provides a scintillating canvas for lunar delights
Enhancing the full moon’s splendor so bright
The beauty of the skies on a dark and  blacker night
Twinkling, shimmering, the effulgence, an enchanting sight
When we begin to see everything in black and white
Things start falling in their place,  just about right



Like it? Share with your friends!

0

0 Comments

Choose A Format
Story
Formatted Text with Embeds and Visuals