Vasu Kumar

Rookie (26 April,1986 / Nakodar (India))

Red - Poem by Vasu Kumar

When the white Kutch grows red
And the Gulf gives place to red waters;
When the red-eyed vultures hover in the skies
Over the rotten red and the dead:
When Kandla sinks in shame,
And when white veins shed red,
Its nothing but a power game!
When the country suffers a violent blow,
And when painful cries through Sabarmati flow;
When life does every citizen dread,
You see no colour but red; only red.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, August 14, 2010

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