Colours

poetry by : Vansika Pareek, B.Tech (First Year).

Springs made their way;

From neck to pubis.

Shredded back and ensanguined soil.

Stripped off , I stand.

Silent, I stand.

Let splashes speak.

I flew with Chronos.

 

Plantations are quiet.

Slavery,

Abolishes of words.

For the eyes did say;

Know the difference.

 

Even if brand tags are missing;

Though not in emporiums,

Clothes are sold, maybe in a kiosk.

 

In other life,

I will choose on colours.

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