Red…

She wailed and tears rolled down her eyes.

The Red light shone bright outside the hall.

She ceased to cry and smiled in glee.

The Red stream flowed, yet there wasn’t agony.

She took her first breath and sang a cry.

The mother’s Red lips curled into a smile.

She opened her tiny eyes, sparkling like the stars,

To a world of Red hearts and selfish love.

She knew not what fate had schemed for her.

That Red would mark her fateful destiny.

She watched the years swiftly travel by,

The Red roses came and so did the thorns…

One dark night, she saw the evil eyes.

And no one helped her in the times of Red.

She struggled and writhed in torment.

Alas! The clothes took the Red stain.

She yearned for the stroke of Death,

For Earth was the hell draped in Red.

She embraced her like in the time of birth.

Red was the colour of love…and ‘not blood’.

She soon found the worthy one.

Her forehead blessed with the Red mark.

Yet again,she wailed and tears rolled down…

The Red light shone bright outside the hall.

She ceased to cry and smiled in glee.

And the flame of hope burned in fiery Red.

Life of a woman

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