sitting at the bandra talao
tears running down her
crumpled cheeks
she was once brave
now her spirit has
gone weak,she begs
she hardly speaks
the men watch her
pitying her future
bleak..she has come
to her journeys end
not god but death
she seeks ..
poetizing her pain
her irreversible fate
i could not tweak
choked on a river creek
“Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth...yet death plays
hide and seek...
