(This poem is about how, in-spite of its qualities, the colour black is associated with evil.)
Black
I am..
Possessed with purity,
obsessed with clarity,
blessed with elegance,
and a blind man's essence.
Though..
I am not very bright,
but I'm the colour of night-
the time of peace
when world's wanderings cease.
But..
You humans are partial-
in painting hell-
with ink from my well,
revolt someday I shall.
Black am I,
brilliant am I,
but Ill-famed am I.
-Amul Garg