Indian women, Life, Reality, Soul Tales


Things that divide was the colour red,
One colour that haunted her till she seemed dead..
The colour stained the walls,
Her mind was dulled and stalled,she bore all the falls..
The colour red,
Imparted on her such dread,
It tore her soul bit by bit to shred..
The colour red,
Adorned her partitioned forehead
But only she knew how empty within she was and dead…
The colour red divided,
Created a wall, broke her resilience till she hid,
Only the screams resounded while she did his “bid”…..


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