The harbinger of my emotion,
Is hovering up in the sky,
Everyone was delighted to see them,
And when you see it, I know you would cry!!
They say my clothes are filthy, dirty are my hair
And the drying mud on my feet,
They stare me everywhere I go,
They call me mad for only a name I repeat.
And I smile,
For I don’t care what they think.
I know you can see my feel scattered all over,
With your teardrops you would force me to blink.
And they believe, your drops
Would wash away all my stain,
I pity their thoughts with a smile,
I wish I had words that could help them explain.
That no color can beautify me
When I am colored in you love,
Nothing can wash it from my soul,
Not even my war with the above.
The drops can only drain the stain,
But not the impression it has left on me,
If they could see from my eyes,
It is always you, who I see.
Manowara Chowdhury
Colorless Butterfly 