Does courage have colour; bold colour to paint a life
in lands, where holding a flower
can start a war?
What memory! Flowers screaming; blood red
in regions, where eight-year-olds
process note: I promise, I had planned to write a happy poem. A poem possibly about love, summer romance or a lovely scent of a flower. Then a day before yesterday, I watched a heart-wrenching documentary about one of the countries ravaged by war. The poem was inspired by the Midweek Motif at Poets United.