Colours Poem by Prabhakar Subramaniam
Colours
Colours have a way
Of turning against you
The tricolour in the wrong hands
Can make you an enemy
In the eyes of your own country
Make you an alien
On your own soil
Overnight it can make
A thief of you
With faceless uniforms
Storming into the home
When all colours go to sleep
Looking for someone
Painted the wrong shade
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
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