I have seen the colour black, <br />Colour that is so deep dark and intense <br /> <br />God never introduced me to other colours, <br /> that can also be my firend <br /> <br />To me all colours are same, <br />Can't see the beauties for the world, <br />For this whom to blame. <br /> <br />Rough and Tough but fact of my life, <br />I am living it with this thought <br />That i am blind. <br /> <br />Sun Rise or Sunset both are same to me, <br />Freshness on the flower with a dew dropp is fake to me <br /> <br />I can feel, <br />Feel the beauty, beauty of the world, <br />I live in my own illusioned World. <br /> <br />Don't know it's true or fake <br />I am living with this thought, <br />Darkness, Densness in my fait.<br /><br />Priya Arora<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-80/
