Red is Angry Cried The Bride
Poetry
A red bindi on her forehead,
encircled in it was her pain
A frown,
a flaw written on her face
Dressed in red,
a saree red, bangles red, and lipstick red
she was in love when she walked in,
her heart brimming with love, in red
and her feet swayed in love,
colored in red alta
the color of love!
But here red was the anger in reigns
Anger wrote on everyone’s face
Laughter was insane,
aroused, the house was always on fire
she, a dove kept up the pace
creating peace, with the fuming, toxic minds
back at her father's house, everyone called her angel,
calming were her ways
Mow and mellow she remained
only to be chucked out, pushed out of the door
happiness was short-lived
conflict in the order of the day
hate they shouted each day
Walking on the sidewalk of a broken lane
into a dead end,
she had walked in a bride
soft and delicate she trod, only to be
ostracise and criticized,
a brave heart, she waited until it was a mayday call
bleeding her heart red, she decided to rebel
she wiped her alta and sat in a corner of the house,
revolt silently came to her mind
Red, the love was now red the fear
They demanded a red sofa, a red car
her father failed to comply
Red was her man in anger that day
Red was her mom-in-law the other day
Red was her father-in-law the other day
She saw dowry death staring at her face
She tried to retort with red
Red came to conform to her anger
Cooked food with chilies red and her anger fierce
choking them to retaliate
today her face was red in anger
Wishing she could smudge it on everyone’s face
Red is now a color of angst and hate
She now hates dressing in red
She tried to explain all
She pleaded for sanity
Now dresses in white
A truce with pain
she finally made
she now hates red!
