rinki nandy - Dark

Dark she looked in the pursuit of light,
someone told her she ain't worth a fight.
Crazy she appeared in the shadow of the unknown,
restless is her mind in the company of the fearful,
ugly she seemed as per their eyes of beauty,
unworthy is her fate as decided by the lesser Gods,
“denial should be alloted” said the people called odds.
Hopes and dreams should be ceased,
must not behave like a lioness unleashed,
try not to attain any success ever reached,
for fortune must get her skin bleached.
Sad they were to watch her leave,
in no case should she feel apart from grieve.
Not their fault but fate,
prayers should be answered but late.
Their skin color is to blame,
nothing they should ever claim.
Victory is not a tree they can climb,
white and only fair is the sublime,
equality a thought can a soul remind?
Dark defeating fair is not fine,
lesser Gods trade into the Rhine,
their and only there is the shrine,
putting them down is not a crime,
neither do i need to rhyme,
this color.....is not mine.
It's a journey people embark,
so dark the color which calls them 'dark'.


note: this is about people who are called 'dark' because of their skin color, also, talks about how another race ignores and ill-treats them.

rinki nandy

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