I’m Red,
I’m Creative,
I’m Liberation,
Higher Than Imagination.
I Lay On A Peacock- Painted Bed Sheet
Alone,
With A Haunting Presence
In Front Of Me,
A Rose Gets Blossoming.
Half- Closed Door,
One Window Is Open.

A Tug- Of – War
Within Me…
War Doesn’t End,
Dejection Is There,
Rejection Is There..
Me,
Not Yet Used My Thumb,
To Identify Myself,
But…