Colour, colour, which colour do you have?

Colour, colour, which colour do you have?

The colour of faith was decided by fate,

No credit to those who practice 'hate'.

Underneath the skin beats a sumptuous heart,

Which is roughly the same from end to start.

Yet a few demand a proof or a stamp,

Are you the 'other' or from my camp?

I wonder what the colour of love could be?

Would it be bright enough to set us free?

Colour of the heart put to test,

Thick red bubbles make for a fest.

The designs on my heart etched with thy name,

The merit of my faith in your grip and your claim!

For god gives you your faith to follow and preserve,

But grants you your love only if you truly deserve.

Look not to one and trash the other,

For both are god's gift,

Like father and mother.

You practise your faith in privacy of your heart,

You celebrate your love with the ones who are near and apart.

The distance of love narrowed with a giant stride,

The discipline of faith carried with honour and pride.

Both of them i wear with equal joy.

To deceive one and risk the other,

was never my style or my ploy.

Temptations of the body made of flesh and skin,

My faith keeps me steady, and my love lets me sin.

Why on earth would I let go of one?

When I have the best of both that could be won!

Divya Jha

8. 1. 2014