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An Unfinished Task
His coat lies on the hanger,
It was raining when he had stepped out..
Didn't he need it then;
Or just waited for her to call out.
It's been weeks..it still is hung there tight
Nothing has blown it away
Neither her constant attention;
Nor the questions inside...
A thud it was, a swash of dust,
The other day when it slipped off on its own
She ran to pick that rug of rust,
Something slipped out..which was till now not shown;
An envelope, in it an old air ticket, dated a year back
There is her name on ticket, a mystery she could not ...