By Shreya Paul
Known to her, an unnoticed safe wall
Out of trust she kept her head against it.
She did not know the colour of her hair
Her hair did not match it.
The known painters were passing by
But the unknown consequence waiting.
Consequence was to paint the wall. Why?
Red passing through her pearls were ricocheting.
The painters painted the wall red
But did not buy any paint.
Now the world noticed her black hair Red
The similarity of the wall and her hair are no longer faint.
The redness of her scream went under fire
The painters and builders broke the wall.
Now only candle marches wait for sign of
valour
Even they have reduced and started to crawl.
By Shreya Paul
Beautiful 😻