By Shoujasdipta Das
The ‘Felis catus’ of pitch dark fur,
Scratching at the shiny glass barricade
Beckoned to the feline owning snowy fur
Just to say-“ Let’s have a talk, mate!”
The white cat, consumed by its ego
Made his respect for his fellow cats forego.
With a huge reluctant purring yawn
It gave the impression of-“Whatever,Go on!”
The black cat asked with a puzzled voice-
“Why must a person have a peculiar choice?
He lets me not to cross the streets in peace
While treating me like a stereotypical malice.”
The latter replied- “The ugly sign bearer
Is never welcomed with a warm heart
Your colour shows off dismay and depression.
Why must you be then treated with a positive impression?
The superiority running in my blood,
Much brighter than your colour of mud,
From within my physique shall never depart”
“My poor master of dark complexion,
A former office worker receiving low pension
Not once in his career earned a proper promotion,
For the fairer ones always possessed discriminatory emotions.”
Much as we are pale from the outside
The more our valour and strength sparkle from the inside
Ought we therefore to sit at the top
While, at the bottom will the unlighted ones drop!
“Undeniably its appearance denotes evil and despair
Even so, as living beings we bear
The sweet feelings of joy and care.
Through decades past and incoming centuries
Our women have been victims of colourism and shadeism.
Are not you purposely inflicting terrorism
Only to make them yell out of their miseries?
“Indifferent will I be to your talks of emancipation
For, I am too occupied with my brighter complexion.
Glistening waves of colour white
Shall by virtue dominate over black with might.
Now it’s time to bid you goodbye,
For I enjoy not the company of a cat—
Who is a pain in the eye
If you are symbolic of dismay and depression,
How can the world treat you with a positive impression?
By Shoujasdipta Das
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