The crimson colour saree that you gave me As a symbol of prosperity
Or, may I call it a mere charity
For the ones who cannot afford me. Through the venture of sanctity
I was burned in my own fire;
In the name of ritual,
I was entitled to the buyers of apostrophe. The rubies shined, and the diamonds beamed
For the deal that was sealed;
In exchange of my priorities
I was pronounced against my own dignity. Painting my life with the tint of red,
Marking the symbol of astonishment
I was devoid of myself In my own show of happiness.
Among all the colours -
I do not choose red To define my identity,
In an attempt to go beyond chivalry
I uphold to the roots of saliency.