A few strokes of colour
Sometimes a few lines
Are enough to create walls
Of religion, politics, and hate
And we become lovers of
Blacks, Whites, Browns
Or Yellows, Shallow, and Mixes
We allot a direction
And East doesn’t remain one where
The sun rises
But a club of concepts
That divides…
It is the same with other directions
I think it is better
To see colours as colours
Strokes of colour that give joy
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Arvind Passey
01 March 2016