A drop of blood.
On the Indian Ocean.
Blue turning slow
l y red
as the Indian Ocean
is engulfed by this
singular drop of
blood
coast to coast
a crimson sea.
At first there is
no pain.
The thumb remains
unaware it has been
cut.
Paper cut.
First, the heart skips a beat
then the pain ~ rushes in.
The continent of India
invaded by my blood.
i close the school atlas
in fear teacher will see.
Scream silently
put my thumb in an inkwell.
Disaster co-
-auglates.
The bloody pages
stick to bloody together.
The Indian continent
ripped apart
allowing one to see
to the next sea
on the other page.
I fail
Geography.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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