They know not,
Colour that we percieve.
For every little colour,
In their world,
Is just fair and unfair...
They know not,
To raise a riot,
With the colours,
When it comes for choosing-
New cycle that dad offers...
They know not,
To break the heart,
Of a smart DUSKY lady,
As she waits with hope,
For him to choose her for wedlock...
They know not,
To raise an issue,
Plinth on colour discrimination,
As they raise high,
With thy supreme power...
They know not,
To go green with envy,
To sigh feeling blue,
To earn by yellow journalism,
Nor to go red out of rage...
They know not,
The colour of the people,
That oft changes like chameleon,
For their eyes deeply set,
Hasn't got the Vision right...
They know not,
Colour that we perceive.
For every little colour,
In their world,
Is just fair and unfair...
