The Rising Red

The colour red it is, 

The most auspicious in Hindu myths,

While it drapes the Goddess 

This signifies a danger to all the evil 

In the furnace.

Marking the day of passion 

The second day is when every good 

Showers their aggression,

The anger is to uproot the insanity

The massacre of the demons she does 

Through the wink of her vanity.

The carnival was sung, the dhols played

To burn the effigy of ill and derailed,

The vermilion caressed her forehead,

To mark the beginning of purity 

And the end of ‘asurs’ behead.