Colours

She sat sprawled
Regally
On the carpet,
With such serious contentment,
On a face
Less than
Three years old,
Crayons, in all possible shades
Scattered here and there,
Scribbling furiously,
Nothing and everything,
The scripture of happiness,
In the language of rainbow.

Envious,
I begged for some colours
To be infused
In my black, white and grey
Earthly existence
Wrapped in silence.
As if understanding my plight,
She looked at me disdainfully
Just for a second,
And returned to her cosmic world.
© 2009 Rituparna Das