Untamable Red (East meets West)

Untamable red sprawled all around,
Seeping through the soil,
A little anchored atop the yellow flowers,
Emphatic restlessly falling,
Dawn and dusk separated the two realms,
One faced towards east, other ended with the west,
The bloodied flower resonated with the sun,
Embarked its journey from heritage to modern glutton.

As I stood transit, a memory hazed around me,
Resemblance of the red took me down the memory lane,
Different figures of stapled red,
Circle, or a line drawn on a familiar face,
Once bonded by that similar red, it felt like home,
Now, the fire burns orange, dissipating red and yellow far,
Leaves stood stationary, watching the flower rotate,
Watching the dusk approaching, and dawn to evaporate.

Diversity chasing after discrepancy, it seeped deeper,
Foolish authority whipping it out of cattle,
Some clinging to their long-gone heritage,
Some promising the face of new tomorrow,
Some marking their own territories,
Some like me, standing transit, only reasoning,
Be it cow, goat, sheep, pig or even chickens,
They all bled red, they all bled red.