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a drop of red

why is it that

the red he pours on the battlefield

becomes the red of fearlessness

and the red of bravery?

why is it that

the red you gift a lover

becomes the red of love

and the red of devotion?

why is it that

the red dot in between my

mother’s eyebrows is the

red of culture and the red

of tradition?

tell me then,

why is it that

the red i bleed,

all over my unblemished white mattress,

all over my christened house,

all over this stigmatized world,

dirty and disgusting?

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