In a Red Dress
Standing aloof in thought
by the roadside,
where traffic alternates
by the roadside.
Wondering why things are
and what life had to give
as time motions without emotions
by the roadside.
Do I cross or wait here?
says a voice in my head,
people passing by
do not seem to matter
as they go about daily business
with fate as their witness
truly, time and chance
happen to them all…
Suddenly, she came in a red dress
that splatters on the road,
like a red carpet,
with people clamoring like its reception
the traffic came to a halt
and onlookers scattered about
shouting, sighing, and screaming
by the roadside.
Only then do I realize
I had been standing there
with my mouth agape,
writhing without words.
Death has come in a red dress,
and behold; it splatters on the road!
By the roadside.
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