Meera Nair

Stolen Walls
You stole my walls

And painted them red


Desire, a paint brush

Anger, the acrylic

Red, the colour of the rebel


I danced on the streets with the gay

I slept in the empty corners of the muddy pavement

Wrapped in the flags of protest

It was your hunger, I had for breakfast


I kissed the first drops of rain

I bathed in rivulets of sweat

The blue had long been washed away


But you never knew, did you?

That all I wanted to be was a wall

Colourless and plain

Just a wall, colourless and plain