Hardik Vaidya (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)
The Color Red
What if it was scattered the most?
What if C V Raman was wrong?
Then apart from other disasters,
Which I don't have the brains to compute, perhaps a silicon chip is better attuned,
The sky in the day would have been red, not blue,
Perhaps the sun set hue would have been blue,
And in the red of the sky,
I would have seen your blood shot eyes,
And told you,
Baby dont cry,
I am not worth it,
It's you that made my life.
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