In my growing years,
I was fond of white so much,
White people, white complexion
Oh! Everything that had a ‘White’ touch!
In my teenage years,
My adulation for black took birth
Shoes, dresses, earrings and bracelets
Only ‘Black’ ruled and it was totally worth!
Then came my early twenties,
My fondness for bright colours grew manifold
Red, yellow, orange and pink
Life and wardrobe were full of colours, making me bold!
But what’s there in the colour,
I really wonder?
It’s only a matter of choice
And not something that can be a blunder!
Children with fairer skin,
Always drew more attention,
But I was too naive to understand
The colour of the skin mattered to such an extension!
I too wanted to be one of those,
Cute-good-looking children
And thus my fondness for white grew
Simply to have that kind of skin!
Later I realised it was only a faux
It should be a good heart that mattered
Happy that I learnt this lesson in time
Or else dreaming for that white would have me shattered!
People never fail
To come up with suggestions
Why you're wearing this with that?
Bombarding me with all sorts of questions!
Adding colours to life
Is what matters in the end
Having a fabulous life with happiness around
Nothing can ever beat that perfect blend!
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