Choices
Not far from the
dog-eat-dog world
of corporations built in the skies
above the clouds- where
we thought heaven would be,
it’s an eye for an eye
in a never ending war.
A figure stands in the streets
Not a boy,
but not quite a man.
He shows his colors
with pride
from head to toe.
Hatred, vengeance and poverty
is how he is choosing
his life to be.
Red or blue,
it makes no difference.
The next day
the rain has washed away
the history of the
red, blood-stained pavement.
On the other side of the globe,
there's a woman
on her wedding day
carefully wrapped
from head to toe
in a red silk sari
worn by her mother
twenty years ago.
Beside her sits a stranger
but it makes no difference
who he might be
either way
she will learn to love him
with time.
She is reminded
every day
as her reflection stares back at her,
and her forehead is adorned
by the sacred red bhindi,
telling her that this is exactly
how her life
was meant to be.