Color of Skin

He was just a boy
All he needed was toffees and stories
The world around him was full of smile
He never bothered to see his image

Stories from far away fascinated him
He felt he could read one day
Days were simple and easy
It started with Sun and over with stars

He picked up a book from roadside
The pictures were beautiful
But the letters were foreign

The school looked big
But the teachers were small
He asked them for light
They said his skin can’t carry the light
He glanced at his image,
He was black but the light was within him