BLACK, was my life when your father left
When his corpse was handed to me I was pale yellow,
I remembered my wedding days when I was blushing red,
But, now all the life was blank and white for me

I was alive to see you my son grow dark brown young and energetic,
I then send you the army, thinking you will bring
The joyous green in our house again,
When I got the message that you too are martyred again I went purple with fear

Today, yet again I have lost the redness which once you had tried to bring,
I am painted yellow in my face due to tears,
I am fed up with this life yet again which has left me blank white,
Once again, your departure has left my living journey vacant
And turned it to BLACK.

by Sambidhan Acharya

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