COLOUR - BLIND
Dr. R. Ravindranath Menon
Gold, I had come to believe
is yellow; it’s now black and bold.
Black which used to turn yellow
is no more timid, each fellow
has made it on a shady threshold.
And it feels holier than white,
glittering with unalloyed might
and is out, flying a colourful kite.
Red has a nexus with blood,
but in the land of blood -
less coups,
it prefers to be blue and sacred,
hiding behind a white, flowing beard,
blood but a connecting thread
for break - away comrades who interfered;
Saffron, the most sanctified tint
is seen at times to have a stint,
spouting venom with a violent bent.
Colour doesn’t clarify, it conceals,
cajoles or cautions. One feels
comfortable by going colour - blind
before the green too turns brown
and the curtain comes down.