I see you coming every day to meet us,
But never do you come close to me.
I know not why,
May be because I'm white,
And others, are colors galore.
I am sometimes prodded by unworthy passers-by,
I know not what my mistake is.
I return the next season,
Blooming dauntlessly.
I see you have grown old,
But something in you is still the same,
You still ignore me,
And I still feel the pain.
I may be white,
I may be colorless,
I may not be pleasing and appealing,
But I am here, waiting for you.
Waiting for the day you would touch me,
Waiting for the day my setting dream would see a sunrise.
Color me the way you want,
Color me Red, Blue, Pink or Cyan,
Color me the way you want to see me,
I am here, only for you.
P.S.: This is my first attempt at poetry ever in life. Please bear with me if I have made any mistake.