The Flame
The flame
All yellow, where we took oath
The day we married.
Then ,for the night
Yellow turned pink
Pink turned red.
The flame all yellow
turned white at times
When we had nothing to offer
Our hungry children.
And then, one day
You were no more!
I could smell the pyre.
Where I too was going to be no more.
Silent you! Screaming me.
Then for us,
Yellow turned blue
Blue turned black
Forever.
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