I saw colors of my sins: each freckled on my skin, sewed on
my collar, tied with my solitary soul; pinching, pushing,
breaking, crushing, bleeding red.
I cry black and white, laugh saffron, begin with a green and
end up grey.
Are my sins gay?
How blessed my fate is?
I carry a pocket full of darkness, crashed and burned, with
ashes left under my scarf.
But still I look into the sky and feel blue!!

©DEEPANKAR_TRIPATHI