Mute Society of Mimicking Mutilation

I’m living my life

As cautious as

I’m convinced it could be

To not hurt anyone

In the place where colour doesn’t matter

Or have the disparate importance

Vermillion has more faded glory

In the shapes of the sindoor of married Hindu women

Amaranth tastes like orange

In the oval sun at its zenith

Sorrel has the shame's shade

Of Titian, auburn, and ginger

Not asking where Venetian

Went for a lazy walk

With a strawberry blonde

Whilst you are asking me to be strong

That’s what I’ve been doing all time long

Until the glass figurines were smashed against concrete

Without even attached context

Going through the roof

With exuberant imagery

Taken from thinking about books

In their colourful bindings

Always reminding

Me about the merit

Hidden in their lettering

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15 May 2021

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