Red, yellow, and blue,
Encircling the last ring,
Of warfare, triumph, and tranquillity,
Deepening an uncertainty,
In which humans get absorbed.

If the red flows to the core,
The love of many,
Will die in an uproar.
If the yellow taints it more,
The flag of ego,
Will cast a shadow along.
If the blue loosens itself out,
The granaries will welcome,
The food from distant routes.

The moments of loss will gulp,
The living, strength, and livelihood.
An intermixing of red, yellow, and blue,
Will only make way,
For the darkest hue!


Indian Ruminations, Editorial Team


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