RED

There is a certain Red
Let me describe it for you.
It is a shade darker
Than your blood
Spilt
When I broke your toe nail
And a shade lighter
Than the dark cotton robe
The Dalai Lama wears
When he snoots a finger
At the Chinese
With no sense
Of geography
And a lot of money.

That Red
Talks to me.

Published in Lakdi Ka Pul-II