A bright robust specimen, the colour of ruby
Manoeuvres its way through the entangled roots
An object of beauty, who envisions itself as the underdog
Besieges itself with the world’s relentless beauty
Standing beside the stable bun, it acts like a decor-piece
And as the hands of the women move backwards to adjust it
The prick of the needle oozes out the same ruby
Making the woman smile looking at the red drop on her finger.