Madhuparna Chakraborty


Wretched and forlorn in the emptiness of her soul
waiting for her love to come back
inconsolably forsaken
as a lonely bird
contemplating what had been driven between them like a wedge
was it disaffection?
what was her fault, she knew not why
An air of melancholy now sweeps through her life
The screams of her anguished existence would not abate

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