Hope In The Traffic Of Life. Poem by Hardik Vaidya

Swathe of reds, twinkling on the black Tarmac of hope
Red the color of night
Two per tail, a thousand tails,
Tails that don't wag, don't have the eyes of the street dog
Nor his free will
Red signals, ochre at times, greens a moment of fantasy
The night scatters my soul, it seeps into my eyes
Through them into my mind and blood
I see red, I feel red, I think red, I am red
Color blind to see shades of red
Thirsty to see scraps of green
Vehement to see the violet, magenta, pink, brown
Indignant, defiant, stubborn
The soil is brown, the earth is earthy
Dew still teases her on her eye lids
Runs down her cheeks, trickles down her bosom
Life is like earth, she is still round,
Her curves are yet to be flat.
I have hope.