Tuesday, 12 July 2011

The Girl Laughs

The girl laughs bending to her left and right
Because the cat of her childhood
With velvety hair on its skin
And blue bright eyes
Plays all the time
In decorated garment's end.

The girl weeps incessantly
Because she has a heart
In her bosom and it palpitates speedily
As it is scrached with some one's
Cruel deception of loving her.
Now she moves on using crutches of helplessness
With numb eye lids day and night
She neither laughs nor weeps on her plight

In the autumnal emptiness
She has tumed into yellow dry leaves
of a stemless fading flower,
Soon to be mixed in the soil
After having lost its essence forever
And her own identity whatsoever.

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