Red Wall

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