Changing Moods Poem by Goutam Dutta
Changing Moods
The highland lass
doesn't sing anymore.
She spews profanities instead
As she stands by the road.
The road!
That stands out like a black scar,
As it runs in from the horizon far,
Dissecting the highland and
Devouring the meadows green.
The road is the recipient of her curse.
For like an enticing Apsara,
It had lured away her man.
The city on the other end of the road,
Is her man's current abode.
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4/25/2024 12:45:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
stands by the road, good one
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