red

When the white Kutch grows red
And the Gulf gives place to red waters;
When the red-eyed vultures hover in the skies
Over the rotten red and the dead:
When Kandla sinks in shame,
And when white veins shed red,
Its nothing but a power game !
When the country suffers a violent blow,
And when painful cries through Sabarmati flow;
When life does every citizen dread,
You see no colour but red; only red.