Black
- a Poem
- by Eshani Guhathakurata
She comes to unveil the morning light,
By rolling her dark black hair on the heavens.
She holds the grudges and grief in her arms,
Sharing from the heart in a dark black cabin.
The holder of the black, the holder of the pain,
The woman with black hair and a pair of black eyes.
Praised by the people for the strength she gained,
Except the black colour of the skin she buys.
Colours do not define solidity of a woman,
Beauty does not lie on the shade of the skin.
The charm of a woman lies in her heart,
In the thought which blends, the beauty and the brain.
Eshani Guhathakurata
from Kolkata, India is the younger daughter of the family. An educationist and a passionate writer, Eshani received her post graduate degree in Economics from University of Calcutta. Content writing has provided her many opportunities to give back to writing.
