Smoky Evening

Picture Courtesy : Ranajoy Mitra (To view more of his work, please visit :https://www.flickr.com/photos/88310676@N03/)

There was black, blue and red,
A riot you may call,
but not a riot in true sense
for they were colours emanating from smoke
Remnant of a forest, already dead.
impervious to the colours it now spreads,
Which were its signature.
For it gave away colours, 
to the ones that brought it to grave.

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