Red Poem by Indranil Bit

I am talking of a beginning, when nothing is there;

A red glowing ball rolls through paths of eternity:

It moulds the shape of new life, upheld a bliss;

Still you conspire to name Red the color of violence!



I am talking of a revolution, when no justice is made;

A red flow stumbles on uncountable horrors of past;

It brings the promise of a new order, glorify humane;

Still you conspire to name Red the colour of violence!



I am talking of a celebration, where no agony is induced;

A red vermillion flies to mist round the air, exaggerate beauty;

It drives out the gloomy moron monotone, re-discover you;

Still you conspire to name Red the colour of violence!



Red is blood, it sheds for a better cause, perhaps a better order!

Red is fire, it burns to yield a better life, a better part of satire!

Red is also love, love binds you and me with none for none!

Will you still conspire to name Red a colour of violence!