Lost for Ever in Nothingness
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1
wrinkles crisscross ,
her brown paper like
physiognomy invade
life at an end
a garden decayed
by fleeting time
she has been betrayed
the old milk maid
of kamatipura
her polytehened
milk trade
some who bought milk packets
for which she has not been paid
life and its mocking charade
sitting on the streets
sorrow homemade
her parting from
this accursed world
already delayed
no she is tired
wants to rest once and for all
give up this obnoxious crusade
proposition that Death does evade
unseen tears down her cheek cascade
mans world no more a palisade
human life inhuman trade
