COLOURLESS
There were so many opportunities to paint my skin.
The colours were saffron, deep red and pale green.
The colours were blue, magenta or turquoise blue.
There was ample scope to become like a grotesque.
My guiding star instructed not to stay with rank grass,
He didn’t permit me to paint myself with a paintbrush.
He commanded me to find out a new land of good soil—
And disappeared by saying to grow with honest toil.
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