Black sky pours rain,
Black bird sings well and
Brings happy mood in our brain.
Though the black is the symbol of woe,
But always it is not true.
Black hair is good looking,
Coal is black, it is precious thing.
A black spot in life is not welcome,
Black money is acceptable to everyone.
Black coat is a job identity to a pleader,
We love black eyes coloured with collyrium forever.
But I do not love someone,
Whose fairness next to none.
Look at the girl who is black,
Her complexion is not fair but not bad to look at.
Her face looks handsome,
Her eyes draw attention to everyone.
Yet we want to avoid her company,
Not want to accept her as a partner for long journey.
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Sitting Under a Torn Umbrella
PoetryMan is for man - this is an old slogan today. It has lost its uniqueness for the cause of self-centred mentality. Now we cannot hear the chorus songs of unity. Rather the sound of cacophony always do disturb our hearing organ by imposing acute dispa...
