Colors

The moment we are born

We are taught that the world is infused in two colors - white and black

I wondered why can’t the world be painted like a child’s coloring book splashed with red, orange and hue.

The moment we are born

We are taught the white is bright

Always holding all the might

Snow is beauteous, glorious

Streaking all the light

Immuring the person in its fight

It seems the face of treason mingled with all worthless reasons.

The moment we are born

We are taught the black is spite

They need to be honed, to be marinated, to be broiled enough to look desirable

To look as meat ready for slaughter ready to be thrown in loop of buzkashi.

The moment we are born

We must be taught that we must

Add colors to our life

Rise from black and white

Enter luminae of

Yellow, red and bright kite.

But are we?