Red- Vasudha Bachchan

Red

It was all red

The beautiful little dress with lace

The one that mama made me wear

Her stolen bindi on my face

Red

The color of youth, of love, of beauty, and care.

Red

It was all red

The roses in the small backyard

Where my brother and I used to play

Rudolph's nose on the Christmas card

Red

The color of lights, of water balloons, and Santa's sleigh.

Red

It was all red

The drops of blood in my underwear

The shame that I was taught to feel

The monthly pain I had to bear

Red

The color which now I couldn't reveal.

Red

It was all red

The clinking glasses of cabernet

And his cheeks as he took my hand

The color of my lips on Valentine's day

Red

The color of disapproval and a love that was damned.

Red

It was all red

The garland he put around my neck

And the fire that sealed my fate

My mother's embrace and my father's peck

Red

The color of weddings, of henna, and a strange new mate.

Red

It was all red

The stains I couldn't give the sheets

The proof a man's love demands

The anger and hatred that would never cease

Red

The color of character as this world understands.

Red

It was all red

The pain and the blood all worth the wait

Of the new life that suckled at my breast

A love so pure and free of hate

Red

The color of protection and a mother's nest.

Red

It was all red

The life that now begins to wane

The death that takes my red away

Which brings me both relief and pain

Red

The color that they made me need, the color that now they snatch away.

White

It is all white now

My life that I let others define

The choices that I could not make

The blame is no one else's but mine

White

The color of a life wasted away, full of regrets and bitter heartache.