Without those two pinches of vermilion; she was
ruthlessly ridiculed at every quarter of this
conventionally acrid society,
Without those two pinches of vermilion; she was
treated worse than what people could have treated
barbaric dogs on stray streets; shrugging her entirely
from the fabric of blissful existence,
Without those two pinches of vermilion; she hopelessly
staggered on every step towards a painstaking defeat;
with literally every door slamming tyrannically shut
upon her impeccable persona,
Without those two pinches of vermilion; she became the
subject of indefatigable abuse; with all males in
vicinity; salaciously devouring every bit of her
untainted innocence,
Without those two pinches of vermilion; she lost even
the most infinitesimal trace of her integrity in the
air outside; with people preferring to bleed; rather
than look at her cursed face,
Without those two pinches of vermilion; she
frantically searched all night and day for an
unassailable friend; but what she got was the
uncouthly coldblooded whiplash instead,
Without those two pinches of vermilion; she was
disastrously decimated in her conquest to be self
sufficient; with powerhouses of wealth in this
Country; devilishly using her innocence to their
savage advantage,
Without those two pinches of vermilion; she had become
a ravishingly ingratiating persona all right; but
morbidly devoid of an irrefutably moral conscience;
which led to righteously blazing light,
Without those two pinches of vermilion; she had
remorsefully frozen the poignantly scarlet streams of
blood in her veins; in her hopeless mission of trying
to savor empathy and blankets of compassionate love,
Without those two pinches of vermilion; she had become
a statue vengefully divested of even the tiniest of
emotion; as she into a life of lecherous nothingness;
for times immemorial,
Without those two pinches of vermilion; she had lost
her pristine chastity the moments she stepped outside;
with the winds of diabolical prejudice shattering her
into an infinite pieces; of bizarre worthlessness,
Without those two pinches of vermilion; she had become
a mere commodity; being insidiously traded on the dais
of depravation; to yield to the viciously abhorrent
cry of the devil,
Without those two pinches of vermilion; she left her
immaculate children in the malicious orphanage; rather
than having them witness her being gorily mutilated
every unfurling second of the day,
Without those two pinches of vermilion; she alighted
from bed every morning all right; but with the flaming
light outside; seeming to be worse than the corpses;
of dolorously dead light,
Without those two pinches of vermilion; she
incessantly cursed her destiny all night and day; for
yet keeping her so tirelessly breathing and
discerningly alive,
Without those two pinches of vermilion; she felt as
each instant stabbing her with a whirlpool of heinous
atrocity; with the word hope disappearing forever from
the thesaurus of the; murderously ungainly planet,
Without those two pinches of vermilion; she was
exonerated from all relationships; with even those
bonded by blood; snobbishly failing to recognize the
blissful contours of her; innocuous face,
Without those two pinches of vermilion; she had even
stopped praying to the Almighty Lord; knowing it
perfectly well that she would be satanically kicked by
the conventionally ritualistic priests; from the very
first of the sacred temple steps,
O! Yes for once upon a time it was indeed those two
pinches of vermilion glistening profound between her
hair; that had granted her the status of an
embellished queen; with this same society saluting her
with loads of respect,
While today she felt that the worst sin she had
committed was to marry; for after her husband
unfortunately quit his last breath; she had become the
same treacherous word on everyone’s mouth; which she
forever wanted to forget; she had become just one
another in the devastatingly augmenting list of
“ INDIAN WIDOWS”….
(c) (r) copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved
