By Amruta Jaodand
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| Photo credit - Chakradhar Nemani |
There is a veil on her face
Part glass part ice
She exudes enigma
And holds the poise
Of gentlest lady
Who ever laid her feet
On this brown earth...........
They fear her countenance
They abhor her appearance
She derives life from
Mortals they say........
She comes nonethless
Greets every human
Kisses,embraces with passion
A passion so acute
That soul replies
To it
In most exigent way.........
It cant wait
No, body can contain it
It has to flow
Like a train of her dress
And follow
From a mortal story to an
Eternal infinitum
Leaving behind
All that it held
All 'his' legacies,all 'his' dreams...
Cutting all the bonds of love
All the strands of being
Embarking on a journey
That comes as a respite
From a tired,steamed out life
A thousand memories flash
A few faces remembered
For meagre seconds.....
Then fear of unknown
Grips the mind of soul
So she extends
Her tender fingers
Ornate,wan,crowned petals
The grip of whom
Is unraveled.....
And then it all ends ....
The life as they call it
Like it never happened before
Like without her
We were never complete...
