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    KUMKUM கும்கும்

    The poem of time
    By Isabella D'SilvaOctober 18, 2020 Creative 1 Min Read
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    சஹானா இம்மானுவேல் மதுரே

    You wanted it all;

    Forced that sweet chakkarai out – broken. 

    Wielding a sword is not power when it is to a peafowl. 

    Is this the culture? 

    Looking around it chokes her lungs.

    So to escape she chose to run, to fly;

    But voices echoed it was worst than living in that cage.

    You were darkness;

    Hiding behind an angel – a verse.

    Behind a storm cloud of whiskey, rocks and culture;

    Pitied you were.

    She freed herself from that blade;

    She chose life away from the custom kumkum stained 

    forehead – does that haunt you?

    As the years pass, your shadow hides in our soul;

    Forgotten – a living ghost;

    And as I look into the sorrow of mirrors past;

    I wonder, if you see it too. 

    ACAR Honi

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