Saturday, December 5, 2015

Blind's Red

Red was his favourite;
But hardly he knew how it looked.
“It’s like the sun when it sets,”
His mother would say,
He never watched the sun set.
However he played with the robot
The Big Red Santa’s gift,
And imagined his red in his mind.
All colours looked the same to him;
Yet he would cling on to red.
Red because, his sister was married off
In a red saree, he heard,
And she liked it.
Red because, he heard men bleed red,
And beautiful women redden their lips.


©Chandrajit Mitra