She - Poem by Surendra Negi
through the paddy fields,
on a rainy day;
walking among the poodles:
across the moor, she blows away.
reddened face, through exertion,
she looked like something;
with hands on her hips,
gazes the sky, holding the drowning sun.
an occasional breeze, had flown her tresses,
across the face, enveloped in perspiration;
as she sways, hither and thither: unstable,
trying again and again to cover more ground.
her dingy stockings, gave an impression,
she was in a hurry,
to meet somebody, who laid;
inside the ground, buried: deep and dead.
a promise was to be kept,
as divine as her pure love,
an unkempt, unfulfilled blessing,
to be happy in sorrow's abode.
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