...Is Red

By Simran Malhotra

How can I define passion - for love is red,

The initial rosy chase to the call of the dove is red,

Bright-eyed and foolish, playful doting conversations,

The vermillion on her forehead - just above is red,

She didn’t mind the occasional temper,

The final shove across the trove - white marble thereof is red,

Oh Sabr, how did you not see it?

The hand of your beloved - nestled in a glove is red

By Simran Malhotra