Colour Blindness Poem by Louis Santhana

COLOUR BLINDNESS

She is not able
to remember well
my very face,
as we use to criss-cross daily
on the half a mile foot over-bridge
exactly at the same time -
for over a year
without even a pinch of love

What a shame! ! Disaster to my manliness;
I should now either change
my timings or my route
to have a new target girl
as I have drawn zero
from the previous rounds

sadly, as I was treading the ‘Z' bridge
a stout, simple girl, in all her shyness
blushes before me, to announce her hidden love
cherished by her at the same over-bridge
for that whole miserable year -
unaware of my failed overtures;

How come, I missed her thirsty sights
accepting readily the willing offer
I nodded in silence, in an affirmative style
………….as getting loved by someone
is a rare finish game.


Louis Santhana