Red

Red

My passions are raging red, 

The wind blew dust into my eyes, 

My spineless spirit is dead.

 

Storms surge inside my head, 

The unfeeling sun does not arise,

My passions are raging red.

 

My heart ruthlessly bled, 

Beguiled by people’s guise, 

My spineless spirit is dead.

 

I withdrew into my limpid shed, 

My stomach full of vacant lies, 

My passions are raging red.

 

The breaths from my nostrils leisurely fled, 

As the hues got purloined from the skies, 

My spineless spirit is dead.

 

Piece by piece, my body shred, 

Left with only a bucket full of sighs, 

My passions are still raging red, 

Though my spineless spirit is dead.

 

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Jeevanjot Nagpal
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