Happy bride all sole
Covered the path grossly tied
All years though;
Say the air all fazed
In all seasons;
Say the woods while
Walking total naked pied
With buried feet-
Lonely troupes marched
On feet after a big fight
Bruised, crippled, aloft
A total mass! But alone;
Grieved! On the way to
Next battalion;
Tired feet urged for
Last goodbyes….
Tangled feet demanded
Walking miles….
To finish! !
A trial, a last verdict
Arrest in peace with all these!
20th Sept2009
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