The shades of red...

The shades of red...

A Poem by Queen of Words
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the blood wrapped faces of indian wedding...

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RED IS THE MESSAGE

THAT FLOWS IN THE PASSAGE

OF THE AIR THAT HIDES

THE SHY FACE OF THE WOULD BE BRIDE

IN THE HOPE OF A NEW PRIDE.

 

SHINES THE FACE OF THE PARENTS RED,

AT THE HOPE OF FINDING AN EMPTY BED,

AND SOME INCREASED GRAIN,

FOR THEIR SON’S GAIN.

AS THE SUN RISES OVER THE VILLAGE SOIL,

ITS LEFT TO THE FATHER’S TOIL,

TO FULFILL THE HUNGER OF CLINKING COINS,

 

RED ARE THE DAYS OF WAITING AND CURSE,

FOR THE DAUGHTER TO BE SOLD,

FOR THE RELIEVE UNTOLD

 OF THE BIRTH GIVERS,

AND THE BURDEN RELIEVERS,

INBETWEEN THE GIVINGS AND TAKINGS,

 

FLARING RED ARE THE EYES THAT SPREAD THEIR HANDS

TO LIGHT THE BRANDS IF NOT FULLFILED,

WITH EVERY PIECE OF METAL EARNED

 BY SHUDDERING ARMS GRILLED.

THROBBING RED IS THE DAY OF VOWS

TO KEEP CARE AND LOVE UPON THE BROWS,

LADEN WITH TEARS AND RED IS THE MOMENT

WHEN THE NEW BRIDE WRAPPED IN RED

HANDS AND TOES PAINTED RED

 ELEGANTLY MOUNTS HER PALANQUOINE

PAYING BACK ALL LOVE TAKEN THEREIN,

FEELING SORRY FOR TOSE LEFT IN DARK,

THERE GOES THE BEARERS HARK.

 

DEEP RED NIGHT ARRIVES

RED IS THE EMOTIONS OF BRIDE

SO MANY GIVINGS SO MANY TAKINGS TO BE DONE,

BUT ALAS…

“BURY DOWN THE UNACCEPTBLE”GOES THE ROAR,

FINISH THE STORY BEHIND THE DOOR,

“YOU ARE THE ONE TO ACCUSE,THERE ARE LESS COINS THAN OUR USE”

ROARS THE FLAMING RED VOICE,

YOU WILL HAVE TO PAY,

BY BURNING ON THE HAY.

 

RED ARE THE TEARS OF BLOOD,

THAT SWIPE AWAY IN THE BLOOD THIRSTY FLOOD,

 CREEPING RED IS IS THE COLOUR OF FLAMES

DEVOURS THE REMAINS

OF AN AGE OLD SOCITY

FLOWING RED,

WITH SHAMES OF HIPOCRACY.


© 2013 Queen of Words



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Queen of Words

kolkata, west bengal, India



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