Scar Of Red Poem by lalitha iyer

It never heals
the scar of red
every dusk
it reappears
like the phoenix
from the ashes of burning sun.

Memories never die
they are topped
by new
like the game of kids
one upon another
impregnant with haunting kills
remember not we the happy hours
but the burns they sing aloud
deeper they pain, longer they flame.

Remember the first insults
still, day afresh
the first beating to confidence
to self expression
and urge to show off teenimages
the first upon the soft feathery passion
crushing and crumbling the furred lovely mansion
scars, scars, scars,
no bars, every being wretched and desperate
bruised ye learn brutality's strength

broken hearted
what a beautiful word
yet heart never breaks
only desires charr
the lovely buds wither
childish fantasies tombs bear
every little baby
on its way to granny
asserts its rightful beauty
bubbles of dreams
dreaming bubbles
kisses of hopes
hoping kisses
melting half way ice creamy
grey hairs thus wisdom wavy.

Scar of red thus dusk carry
every night clothes the shroud of sky
with hands of darkness, sobbing and sighing
yet through the holes in the rags of misery
stars whisper, twinkle twinkle
moon smiles jingle jingle
every failure every beauty toes
you learn to sky and earth hug in rues.