Gray

Lines are drawn in black, on white...

or in white on black... if you please,

But you couldn't draw a line between the two,

There cannot be straight lines at least!

Ah.. the love story of black and white

who were so inseparable indeed

No one could draw a line between the two

It was almost an impossible deed.

Black was all that white was not..

He was like the dark dark night.

And white was all that black was not..

As though a brilliant light.

Those inseparable two quarreled everyday

Their wars would never end

Yet they never gave up their ways

Neither one would ever bend.

No one else wanted to stand with either

There was need for a "golden" mean.

But poor Gold could not draw the line

And no one else seemed very keen.

Solemnly, it was declared

upon a hazy day

That the grave task would be taken up

by invincible 'Gray'.

Now gray he was a clever chap,

He sat between the two,

He nodded here he nodded there,

he gave his two cents too

He got a little share of white

and black too gave his share

And as he started blending in,

they didnt even notice him there!

He blended more and more

and took up so much space at last

the space between real black and white

grew glaringly vast

Everyone was happy now

that they had a place to stand

And even as they stood in gray

for nothing they'd have to stand.

As gray settled in between,

The division had begun

But no fool really noticed that

Now black and white were one!!