I exist in shades,
Hundreds or just enough.
Today I stitched another layer,
Of skin and two colored strands
That make a person just like me.
Little by little I've differed,
From the naked work I was born as,
The rains pour on my skinned hands,
Caressing the remnant cells holding,
Still on the hope of not letting go.
Today I read headlines of last year's tragedy,
Smiled my seventieth smile at the neighbour,
Tried living a new day for my diary,
Felt ridiculed too by the same thought,
Everything's new until you know it's a renewal.
I packed my skins unlike the crawling reptile,
Kept them in my overflowing green pockets,
Ignored paper planes at the bottom creased,
Hesitantly folded themselves once again,
To add to another claim of layers of mine.
Rainbow love cried in black and white papers,
My shades looked back at themselves,
Rechecking their total counts of siblings,
I wished for an eighth color today,
Just to pack within a smile for another day.