Chameleon

By Tirthendu Thakur

After a long time was walking in the streets.

After a long time it was raining.

Each rain drop hurt me just like an arrow.

And made me realize how much I have changed by going with flow.

When every colour of my life was washed by rain.

I was badly collecting every droplets of it from the streets.

To check which colour suits me.

Is it Red is it Blue, Green or Black?

Is it Selfish or Kind Hearted, Good or Bad?

When nothing suits me

I asked my self-

"Am I really a human?

Or slowly slowly becoming a Chameleon."

By Tirthendu Thakur