About me

A mother, wife and civil servant, a conscientious citizen and patriot ----- my abiding love for books has made me try my hand at writing poetry, none of which is anything but the strictly spontaneous outpouring of a mind that prizes truth and harmony, above all else.

Monday, November 21, 2016

greys

She slips in and out of dreams
Restless edgy
The girl in a wedding dress who holds her hand
Looks tense unhappy
Her jhumkas sway as she gulps down her tears
and get caught in the dupatta's zari
Leaning forward to free the jhumka , she wonders
Is it post facto convergence
Or was there a tinge of darkness
in the fairytale wedding

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