Little Red Lie

By V. Sai Snigdha Sathwika

Rolling rolling down and deep

All the secrets I tried to keep,

No one remembers the naïve little white sheep.

In the red soil; buried deep.

All the colours of the rainbow tainted in red

And buried under the sea bed.

The gnawing urge to dig it out

But that would create a whole new route.

Unsure of what to do

Then suddenly the wind blew,

And the inexplicable feeling grew

The emptiness in my heart, it cut through.

Spilling dirty red everywhere

I thought it would kill me again, but beware;

The joy it filled me with wasn’t mere,

I felt it everywhere.

By V. Sai Snigdha Sathwika