Black

I sniff pride in darkness hues; mustn't always a gloom,

A mother's womb shall breathe in black; a newbie yet shall bloom.

The night is black; carrying grace beneath the ivory smile,

Black is bliss; a blanket of peace through each pristine mile.

Stare above into the sky; nacreous clouds prevail,

Beyond the blue like a dream come true; black holdall in a gale.

The universe is all we say; spreading eternally beyond our thoughts,

Wearing a garland of brocaded stars; it gleams like a tinselled pot.

Krishna though in mortal form portrayed a skin in black,

Spreading the quotes of divine bliss; he assured a comeback.

Kali; the idol of supreme power holds high pristine darkness,

We fold hands to worship black; carrying the beacon of grace.

Black is bright beyond the light; peaceful as the night,

Eyes are amorous yet are dark; they hold in ardent light.

Praise the dark; praise the black; even if a skin holds hues,

Read through grooves; an abstract mind may store a mystic muse.