Amrita Chowdhury
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I like to colour my hair red
It is beautiful and brave and spirited
with a wish that daring would seep into my heart
And colour me red.
Because you see
I am made of faded colours
Like the sunburnt pages of an old magazine
Crinkled pages with blotches of colour, desaturated
One fading into another
Pages that had known vigour once
A long time ago…
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poignant and so beautifully written. 💚💚
Thank you so much Moonmoondi 🙂
Beautifully penned, poignant
Pages that had known vigour once
Happens to many people
Thank you Pradnya 🙂
Poignant and beautiful 💚💚
Thank you Kirti 🙂
Wow!
Thank you Indrani
What a beautiful poem!
Thank you Sai
Oh wow! This is so poignant. Well written my dear
Thanks Natasha 🙂
So poignant. Well worded dear💚
Amrita your lines touches a chord, superbly written.
Lovely!