Silhouettes
Silhouettes don’t have spotlights on.
They stand against the lurid skies.
They fly against the setting sun
And float in oceans’ farthest sides.
Their forms plunge in a single tone-
Black- disdained by the class that shines.
Let us muse the truth genuine
A tint gains fame when it poses
Behind the light deprived human
Whose slog is snubbed in hundred ways.
Forget not – no dark form is mean.
The tinted human will have no means
To thrive, without the darkened one
Who nails all the success stories.
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Ipe Mathews
Published Author. Bilingual Poet, lyricist and Composer. I am a strong supporter of environment protection and believe in Universal brotherhood where discrimination in the name of colour creed and race should not have any significance. All are to be treated equally.
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