Monday, May 21, 2007

Breeze




"Her hair like a pampered child
like a craving lover
was swaying on her face
touching her cheek, feeling the breeze
resting on her ears"




II


The Veiled purdah surrounded
the watery eyes
feelings found it hard to break away from the religious shackles

She climbed into the waiting metro
and was never seen again

1 comment:

SUP.... said...

impulsive words, impulsive feelings. great going cutee

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