It was red all over.
He had no choice.
Just like the others.
The shirt was smeared
The face had nowhere to hide.
It was difficult to tell him apart
From the others
who gave up before.
He was just like you,
like me,
like the boy who lives
on the fourth row
third house on the left.
You don’t know him
Neither do I
He is oblivion
But to the red,
He wasn’t
Red was all over him
He screamed
“No no,
please spare me”
But they wouldn’t listen.
I wouldn’t have either.
They knew his moves
They have tried it too
But there’s no escape
And he shouldn’t
Or else he would never
ever
find the thrill in the
madness of holi.
Wow!! Poem with a suspense …lovely!!
Very nice 🙂
Loved the poem.
Previously, I was thinking , the poem is about a murder; but ….. hahahaha …. very well written .