And the sun set.
The moon climbed up slowly in the sky.
The wind blew softly.
There glowed brightly, a lonely firefly.
There she sat,
amidst all beauty with gloom in her eyes,
for her heart was lost
and wits all weary,
if only she'd have known why!
If only she'd have known why.
She was shamed for something as trivial as her colour
as if she chose it at her will.
She was denied and refuted
all the love she deserved
as she didn't fit the silly 'bill'!
The bill of a gross ideal
of pale skin, slender built, doe eyes
and all that is unreal.
So, she was slandered because she was dark.
And slandered was she,
by the men, society and we.
We, who are real,
claim to have and be ideal
but are darker than the darkest night
and darker than Dark Ages,
for even after centuries of sun rises and sets,
we couldn't break those shackles or those cages.
And many a "she" will sit with gloom in their eyes,
watching their lives going awry,
only wondering "Why".
Poetry: God's Hand behind all Glory
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