The Black Lily

The Black Lily
No, I do not want this, he said, not first
Not probably the last he was, many came
But all denounced it, yes, this black lily
All its white mates have been prized their fair share
In market, alone it standing there for
Long, waiting for buyers, but loathe it got
Seen it has its peers in consummation
Igniting some dreams in its eyes, but it,
A pariah, a goldfish in salt sea
Consistency is the key to success
And a consistency is to remind
It of its pigment, worth of no taker
And finally the mission is over
Its last breath, not because of disease but
Stamp of being hog, a usual day it is
Let me mourn on whose hue makes white a white

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