Sindoor
Sindoor
The streak of sindoor and the evening lamp,
Searched through all dreams and meanings.
The vermilion mark upon the forehead—an adornment,
Introducing me like the sunrise of hope.
Merging into the snowy mist of Pahalgam,
The smiles of love melted into tears, became a fading spirit.
Even birds cried in the fiery tears of terrorism,
Dreams shattered, and the smile faded from my cheeks.
Beneath the weight of loss, it dimmed away,
The color flown in the wind of pain.
When I recall, there's no sunrise anymore—
A single streak of sindoor became truth for the nation in blood-red.
GR kaviyoor
24 05 2025
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