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Blindfold | Manvi Sharma

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.


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