>≫Colour Blindness

Taunting me it is said that I am a colour blind And I see the seven coloured rainbow As the border to cross over to another land But let me tell you I was a green grasshopper who Used to Love more the evening-star With the piece of tinsel on her forehead Than the pointed vermilion above the nose Of the east-sky at early dawn And I never gave any response to any beckon Of the red roses bloomed on the side ways of the roads Or lured away to the lust of flashed flesh As I had great intimacy with the moth Dwelled upon the petals of my heart I did not want anything in my life Except two bright balls under her eye brows At which I could stare But with a sigh I tell you Blaming me as a colour blind She left the flowers Freshly bloomed in my heart Since she got her wings and took her first flight After turning into a butterfly