Vivekanand Jha’s most recent poem to appear here was Stigmatic Widowhood (March 2012).
Color
By Vivekanand Jha
I do not know which color
color is made of.
It changes like a lizard
like ungrateful man to his needs
like politicians according to
climatic conditions of election.
Color is as fictitious and gullible as
the tears of woman and crocodile.
Color is as fragile and fallible as
the character of the whore.
Color is as vivacious as
the eyes of the tiger.
Great imagery.