Black and White Rainbow
Yesterday cliche of a colored rainbow.
The archaic arc is a banal kitsch, too low.
Poets.... they don't stop using it although.
It's just optical science....no hologram show.
The hackneyed story... 'sun meets rain'.
The 'love' seen for years... again and again.
A tired metaphor.. nothing new to explain.
That pot of gold mocks.... the 'gays' in pain.
The VIBGYOR chroma has had long monopoly.
Poets of tomorrow....please search other simile.
Colors are now cold... don't hold them clammily.
Beautiful?!!..Oh.. Boring, ..Depressing actually.
Let's dig some Ozone holes in the sky.
How does it matter?
We'll see Ultraviolet...
We'll see Infrared...
Who says it's a disaster?
Let's turn, Black and White', the pretty colored laughter.
Don't let that shining visual smile live happily ever after.
31st October ,2018
Copyright © Debjani Mitra | Year Posted 2018
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