AMIT RAY -RACISM- A GAME OF COLOUR

I give you a set of colours Red, blue, green, yellow, pink, brown, black and white And you would say red and blue are complement complimentary, and that contemporary brown and green are supplementary And white is elementary, and that black is voluntary I would say its the adjective of racism For racism is a game of colour For racism is trauma of complexion You argue black is obscurity, white is dazzling and brown poverty with yellow as footling But i withstand your considerations I would say they are the adjectives of racism For racism is a game of colour For racism is shame humanitarian Tired! wanna defend? Well, i give you some more parameters: Demography, shape, education, economy, gender You would say demography is fortune And shape is good trait That economy is brained brawn power While gender supporting the theory of magnetism-'Unlike poles attract each other' I would say they suffice for adjectives of racism For racism is a game of colour For racism is as despicable as a heinous odour Hither and thither, helter skeleter, far and near, thereover, hereunder, I find, you see, we have colours blaming each other Some colours say they are souvenirs And that rest are samaritans Some colours say they are absolute riches And that others are dumped ditches Hypothetically colours have some limitations Like the dimensions in a piece of paper And once it is replete There is no need for scribbling black and blue Like in reality some job agencies tag some skilled candidates to be obsolete- Only coz' they don't match a colour of their tape-the bureaucratic red tape, Or, they do not have blue references for a lush green outcome as future Here ironically, one should really ponder The world around us would have been a sheer monotony Bereft of all hues considered as under Casts, creeds, race and religion, Culture, scripture, pictorial mother nature are all the very similar They are phonetics like alpha and a we caricature That we are all the same red when scratched or when required: They are all in the same plane of earth Only dimensions and appearences differ So that human life becomes a snapper Do colours really speak? I asked the whole world And you know? People quote as white monarchs; People smote as brown oligarchs; People wrote as black democrats; People vote as yellow technocrats; And colours all making them beautiful Like the significant black nightfall, white day, yellow sunshine, green leaves to blossom and enshrine Same as the burlesque bounties of bespoke bespectacled nature who is incomparably incredible with all her attributes I sat sniggering and contemplative As racism walks in tandem with all virtues vying them It stings like a ratatouille where people, gets, getting, shall be getting stewed hours forever As racism seems like a schizoid daydream As racism is - a pharmakone. I am a thinking victim of such maelstrom Searching for ancillary stores in its claustrophobic confines; Like a fly staggering in a spider spun web I then scooped at this child, A child drawing on a white paper the colour of imaginations I derived a cryogenic satisfaction For this child is not superseded, and it deracinated the hedonistic outlaws, the picture of nature- a reality with its barbling waterways, the labyrinths having rich impacto of sherbert colours and, and having a honeymoon, And no sign of bacchanal pride, no symbol of banal pejorative prejudice, I derived that colours are always distinguishing And not meant for any pugnacious ensuing As it is horribly prescient, more than the floundering earth beneath melting ice-caps.