Broken

Kid with his coloring book and pastels

Asking for colors he should use…

My dear,

Piece of chocolate is chocolate brown

Strawberry is strawberry red

Don’t you remember?

But blueberry is purple in color

Oranges of ours are green

Imported are orange color

You know…

Kid sorting out tiny color pastels

Puzzled look in his face

Aren’t colour, taste and smell of

slab of chocolate

basket of fruits

faded out of his head,

make me sad.

The rupee kite climbed up

Floating high in the sky free

While mocking rulers’ blow

it high further

We continue becoming dwarfs

in front of shop display racks.