PURITY

by Bhavya Prabhakar, India

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He peeled his skin, to see if

the blood has same purity as

the redness in his eyes,

the fact is silence

in the moonshine.

 

Purity has which colour

red or white

or is it because of the wine,

he coloured him red, to see if

he feels the purity as

the pure love in her eyes.

 

Felt so lost

to find this purity

was once there in her eyes,

he travelled to mountains, to see if 

he could find that colour

of purity in his eyes.

 

Purity is playing games

or the game is to be pious

craving to fly to the moon

with her profound purity

still so lost

to find that sparkle

in the blinking eyes.

 

He pulled his hairs, to see if

the hairs fall like he falls

to find the colour

the colour denied his presence

in front of purity.

 

“No colour can define me(purity)

I am having colours of my own

keep changing according

to the beliefs unknown.”

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar



PHOTO BY PEXELS

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