Tainted

Her head was filled with vermilion,

Tiny hands painted yellow,

Serving gujiyas holding a heavy platter,

Her childhood was too early tainted red.

Wearing all the colors she could find,

Dazzling beauty standing in the night,

Wooing men wasn't her choice, 

Shunned by the society who painted her face black.

Timidly she masks her bruises,  

It wasn't her dream to be beaten black and blue,

Bright red lipstick and buff hue,

Were the only colors she knew.

Their lives are colorful, aren't they?

But who could explain their daily pain?

The universe shelters many such daughters,

Who is distanced from colors and laughter?

Let's gather them together,

And hand them colors,

Blue, green, red or yellow,

Play with joyous heart oh princess!