Away from the village
On a cold, black stone
She is sitting there
Secluded and alone.
A lone teardrop stopped
Just on falling verge;
Dying out in the throat
Hot emotional upsurge.
Simmering down in the heart
Bitter reminiscences abound;
Threatening to engulf her
The dreadful evening around.
-- Uddhav Bhaiwal
08-Nov-2006
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