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That Man in Red Robes
A man in Red Robes , he was
Who came sauntering into my life
For him, I embraced love and religion
He showed, I followed…
Undressed vulnerability, bared emotions
I loved the man in Red Robes
Hand in hand, he walked me to school
Sorrows kept us bonded, blood related
His face spoke calmness, my solace
Of myths and legends, he taught me
For him, I followed the right path
Subdued the evil in me, and shirked away the shadows
For good things happen to good people, he said
And Goodness shall always prevail
I danced like a victorious queen of life!
But the man in Red Robes faltered
A thirsty temptress lured his famished heart
Like a vagabond, he rushed for the mirage
The mirage of dreams and happiness
And lost himself in a plethora of human misery
Forlornly, I stood back like an imitation of the good
That he desperately attempted to instill in me
That man in red robes shielded me from the evil
But forgot his own armour…
Against the blackness that consumed him…perhaps forever!
The Insulted And the Humiliated
Traversing the past,
Retrieving memories
Emotions…
That which is simply a passé
But locked in a chest of memories
For the fear of being dissected
Yet again….
A victim of eros and agape
She was their barrel of laugh
A subject of gossip
And contempt…An example
Of trampled character
A faceless lesson to the world
But not to humanity
She was not entirely without heart
But a fallen woman…subject to fate
She is the insulted and the humiliated
Insulted by strangers at home
Humiliated by the home in strangers
The light to a happier destination
Is not without doubt
But her story must end here
Lest she be an obstacle
To the irked maestros of virtues
Born of ego and self confidence
Perhaps some prejudice too
***Dedicated to all fallen women
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