Wednesday, June 10, 2020

Black

Black seer with shaven head
stood at the pedestal 
and invoked the muse 
for a beam from the creator. 
But muse failed to find his query
As his doubt was on black;
And his query dealt with identity. 
Muse wept with doubt, 
As she found nothing novel in white. 
Muse was unable to find
contrast in black and white. 
Black seer took a razor
and pealed his skin
and found white and red
which can be seen inside a whiteman too. 

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