Tuesday, July 26, 2011


 Soumya Mishra

neither the vemillon of festivity,
nor like the red of blood relations,
nor sacred like the saffron,
nor calm like the sunset ,

her sindoor
is orange. deep orange
 of the flames,
that rise out of  the pyre
of crushed identity.

Flaming orange,
of rage -
 the crazy bright
of the
ripe sun in the noon.

It reminds her
not to bow

but to leap
like the flames

and destroy all that
dares to vanquish it.

Soumya Mishra is 4th Year student of Development Studies. She is also a co-editor of the magazine. She blogs at: http://soumyamishra08.blogspot.com/.

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