An old lady,
Sound of her spindle working
In the silent dusk.
Colours of the flag,
Saffron, white and green
But not for the hungry teen.
Counting stars
On a lonely night, by the window
Lovelorn, love lost.
Rose petals,
broken bangles, Dreams undone,
careless thoughts on sand.
Ripples in a pond,
Like caresses from a mother,
Longing and loved.
Her thoughts
are like the sea, full of life,
full of mysteries.
Death is departure,
But it’s freedom for the exploited,
Much welcome and longed for.
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