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Workshop # 11 
He Stole Her

She still hears his few words, singing
in her ears like the lyre of harp.
Too little has he spoken!
Yet a thousand times, she hears
it within her, every minute, every day,
all through the year.

She still remembers those moments,
Together they shared.
Let the decades come and go,
but never will his memory fade away from her heart.

She can still see his face
whenever she stands in front of the mirror.
The twinkle in his eyes
kindles a spark through her heart!

She can smell his fragrance
around her, the smell of the
beautiful flowers is nothing when beside
his human, lovely warm fragrance.

His gentle touch, the warm handshake,
a pat on her back, a feeling he is always with her,
encourages her to reach great heights.
The human touch, how can she ever forget it!

Even sour things tastes good
when he gives it to her !
The touch of his hands transforms its taste.
He has captured her taste buds too!!

He has conquered all her six senses….
What else does she have now, for him to steal from her?
He stole her all the while making her realize that he is
stealing everything she has ,including her heart !!!
Yet she could not resist, why so??!!!
Something special about him!
That makes her surrender to him forever.

Priya S
April 17, 2002

Workshop # 11
Poetry
  
A Moment Withheld by Mahesh Jambunathan
An Unbearable Sight by Meenakshi Madhur 
Conqueror by Christine M. McCabe 
Earth's Cry by Nayan S. Mijar
Enigma of Grace by Neria Harish Hebbar, MD  
Face Value by Hillol Ray 
From Womb To Tomb by Hillol Ray 
He Stole Her by Priya S 
I Feel Ashamed by Manish Hatwalne  
Look Inside by Bijal Dwivedi
Oh My Beautiful Lady by Seema Banerjee
Pause by Anton Piskac 
Satisfying Silence by Hillol Ray 
Second Thoughts by Hillol Ray 
Shame by Pavalamani Pragasam 
She – The Indian Woman by Priya S 
Simple Questions by Seema Banerjee 
The Body is Clothe by Rati Saxena
The Dark Beauty in Chains by AJ Rao 
The Grace of a Woman by Sonya Fuertes 
True Colors by Seema Banerjee 
Veiled Elegance by Neria Harish Hebbar, MD 
Weeping by Sushma Raman
What Do You See by Maria Reed-Shore 
Who Am I? by Seema Banerjee     
You Wait by Jaideep Mujumdar  

 

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