The Changing Hues Of Red

Red, is ruby in that shiny golden ring,

Red, is the hibiscus from our little garden,

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Red is love! Yes, I’ve seen in the movies!

Red, is blood too, that oozes out of my knees every time I fall on the playground.

One day,

Her frowns and scoffs, some tears in eyes,

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Those tired legs and that aching stomach,

They all saw a different red.

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Red, was painful and scary now.

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Mom, aunties and grandmas were happy though;

A long list of instructions and numerous pieces of advices!

That little shy heart carefully heard.

But just as the definition of ‘red’ changed for her, so did her world.

That time then, red meant only pains and aches to her!

But she was yet to discover the gift of this very painful red!

A blossoming youth, a sense of maturity, a natural beauty.

Many say that ‘red’ is weakness.

No, not at all!

Soon she herself will know that [inlinetweet prefix=”” tweeter=”” suffix=””]’red’ is her boon[/inlinetweet],

a power of a new, tender and beautiful creation!

Poet: Mukta Dhere

Mukta is a First year Commerce student at Symbiosis College of Arts and Commerce, Pune.