Gray Poem by Syeda Anika Mansur

I travel through gray lanes
gray skies over gray walls
gray dew drops on gray grass,
gray curtains hung in windows of gray timbers,
gray cloths sway in gray air under the gray sun.
Gray atmosphere roams these gray streets
gray cycles, cars, bikes
trapped in the cue of gray traffic lights.
Gray leaves fall upon gray lawns
nestled upon the gray trees,
gray birds sing gray songs.
Gray people walk with gray souls
gray smiles, gray tears, gray laughs linger in the faces of the
children with gray hearts.
I rove along this gray town among all the gray sounds,
I hear this gray voice say
'Oh, what a beautiful blue sky! '
Bringing me to realize,
this gray-ness all along
is only within my gray mind.