Red Clay Pot
written by: Anagha Agnes
I am a Maverick lost in the White World
A poor red clay pot trapped among the porcelains
It’s White and White around
and it terrifies my soul to the core
They and me are alike, fragile as a graphite
pure, brittle and polished.
I wonder what makes me obscure
Is it the red colour I bear
the colour of blood, the colour of revolt.
is it the smell I unfurl
the smell of rustic sweat
is it the men who composed me
true men of the land
who burn their heart on a wheel.
Why r u a privilege and I am a misfit
red clay pot in a white porcelain world.
All a part of propaganda.
In time your reign will perish
in high fumes of the red rebellion.
you r a hero of your world
but I am the leader of all ages
I am from Kerala, India. I did my post graduation in English and Comparative Literature from Pondicherry University. I am a guitarist and a hopeless romantic. Writing is habitual for me, an eternal companion that remains steadfast. This platform serves as my sanctuary, a realm where my literary creations find refuge and resonate with an audience unfamiliar yet appreciative.
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