Theme: Reflections


I do not know
when exactly did it happen
Your foot prints were smudged
and the sound of receding steps
melted in the distance

It was just a rain
I expected it would numb
my worries in drizzling rhythm
But it poured beyond expectations

I heard a cloud burst
as I closed the door on you
I did not wish to watch
how and when it washed
away your presence

The passage will be clear
in the morning
and that is what matters


More By  : Dr. Uma Asopa

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