The society judges you through colours.
Not true ones, but superficial.
My dusky complexion
That makes me undesirable.
The bright red lipstick,
That makes me a slut.
My colourful, short clothes
That shout-out that I might be 'wanting it'.

Even the colour with which I paint is judged.
For when it transforms into sceneries,
You call it a masterpiece.
But painting bare bodies, natural beauty,
Makes me a woman of questionable character.

This is how the society works.
Blinded to your true colours,
Always searching for your flaws.

- Nandini