Sunday, 10 February, 2013


A finger taps and then another
Recalling all you ever did, said, taught
The ear-piece lying astray gawks at me
Mocking my feeble advances and aggressive tears
Sunshine yellow and pristine white
A few dresses untouched, cursed
Burn them, do I?
That coffee table across the café cries
Asks me to leave
“You don’t belong here” as if it yelled
And I dragged my feet outside
Head hung low, abreast the nasty wind
I walk, keep walking, still walking
..And yet never walked past by.

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