He is Colourful
Once white once red he is finally black Once white milky teeth sweet faced pinky lips tender hands with a heart as snow and void of ills Once red stumbles upon a stack of memories abhors to harbour the fiery feeling touches the switch and He is finally black clenched teeth sour faced cut lips bloody hands with a heart as stone and veiled with ills. This poem talks about a certain man who is once white (good) but later, he becomes red (realises some ugly incidents in the past) and finally becomes black (dangerous & revengeful). There are folks whose stories are related to this. They are the cool, easy going type until they realise what has been done to them and can not let that be a bygone.