written by pearl

Red, my bloodying hands -

punching the dropping challenge,

put a stop there, "it's dangerous,"

but how can I? The grip is so strong,

pulling down my nerves- yellow!

my love: taking care to get a halt.

*

Red, red, red - it's chanting my

name, "Where are you off to? Get

a stop first." It's breakneck; withering

a red flag, suddenly it works like a

reversing valve: I am back at the roadside.

The traffic police waivers with the

flashing of green outset.

*

My roadside assistance is an enigma

of life, maybe I need not to dwell with

the red, I've to tarry with the anticipation

to flash a green flag; after the game of red.

after all, yellow is a periodical stop but

green is an allusion to a new start.

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