The white wrapped corpse
lying on the icy floor
Mourns like humming
pierced all ears
The clamor of bangles
came to an end suddenly
Vermillion flowed through her forehead
The redness was her life
She could feel the darkness embracing her
When the fire swallowed the lifeless body
her dreams and happiness burned into ashes
Colors and smile became strange
A white cloth covered that living body
A change was not new to her
As per their wish she was moulded
As per the their need she was used
Was she a puppet?
May be she is.
The same droplet, the same smell
The same water, the same sky
But nothing seems to me as sweet as old
My root, no longer deep enough
To absorb this flowing currant
Water flowing and corpses moving around
Like the forgotten memories waiting to have a hold
Like drying up itself water flowed to this arid earth
Where people lives with their perishable empire
Water flushed out through them
But they stood like inside a rain coat
No shivering, no throwback
Nothing could alter them
As there is nothing they know here
And for no reason it poured down.
Come to that window
The white bars of this window is rusted now.
Once I pressed my watery fingers on them.
You can still feel the moisture
You press your fingers there and get a tight grip
So that you don’t miss what my eyes behold.
Hold your eyes wide open to see what I saw
You can see what I craved for.
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