white hides
Soulless secret
In heart tides
Rise with regret
Shroud is red
From toes to head
Glowing gems and jewels
On lips no vowels
Brave soul wears
Saffron , no tears
Embrace coldness
For motherland's grace
Colourless for those
Questing musings in prose
Once in desert a blooming rose
Now in streams cactus grows
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Author:
Priya Tomar (
Offline) - Published: August 22nd, 2025 04:53
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Comments1
I don not understand the the language but the process of watching creativity at work is poetic itself and mesmerizing. Lovely
It has cultural symbols.
White shroud - dead
Red dress - bride( here i write the wedding gown a shroud)
In India saffron colour symbol for bravery
Thanks for reading.I \'m glad you find it lovely !
You are most welcome thanks for sharing
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