The young maiden
sitting under
a tree
all alone
and
babbling by
like one
gone into hysterics
or a somebody drunk
or an abnormal babbling,
who is she,
what her identity?
Who is the girl
sitting alone
and babbling,
near the dam,
and that too all alone
under a tree,
into the tattered and torn
blouse
oblivious of
her home
while on the other
the tourists
passing by
to see the waters stagnant
and flowing by?
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