When the Black Clouds Melt
The color of blood unchanged,
flowed in the stream of time evolved,
as ancient singular ancestor etched
footprints of humanity on the globe, explored.
Common lineage thriving insulated,
splintered into diverse lineage of races,
physical traits got typified,
melanin played with color on the skin.
Born free under one seamless sky,
equality pines in veiled deprivation.
Unkind history modulated
the misplaced sense of superiority.
When in bleached sky the black clouds melt
in silent rain of unseen tears of pain,
and the heavy air toxic with hatred suffocates,
I can’t breathe.
June 11, 2020
Contest : All Yours (Jan 29)
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2020
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