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Not the Blood - A Poem by Ananya S. Guha - Dive into the Depths of Contemporary Voices

Not the Blood – A Poem by Ananya S. Guha

(For ‘R’)

You go and do it
have the revolution
embedded in your incarcerated dreams, but
don’t bring red, only other colours
the dance of the peacock,
swirling feathers, the regal pelican, the coated parrot, the green,
the blue the mauve the yellow
not the red
not the blood
change by all means
bring in the revolution
yours, mine evolution.
Not the red
Not the blood
Yes deplore poverty
Yes play the blame game
the blockbuster
breaking the hustings
the gun, the vote bombs
But not with the blood
Not the red, only in
prismatic colours.

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