Grey: A poem 

Shadows do not fall on a pitch-black night 

Lightning doesn’t strike on a day of clear sunlight 

But the grey…the omnipresent grey of the seas 

It swallows the brown sands and deluges the feet 

The heat and cold; should one fear or be bold? 

In the dance of life, can the soul’s rhythm be sold? 

How when you’re young, each day you grow old 

When dusk settles, time’s spies don’t withhold 

Grey is motion, time, age, love, passion and emotion 

Grey is friendship, character, relationships, convention 

Power is not supine, but dark; it metes out grey 

It contradicts ethics and stalls justice’s way 

The flame burns out, its ashes are grey. The incorruptible, 

the intrepid, the moral, the dignified and the humble 

all have shades of grey. Everything is submersible. 

Even the much-awaited messiah will be caught in the rough and tumble