i told her i was merely
taking her picture
but she had already
entered my mind
within the cosmic
camera in my head
she told me she was
begging to pay for
the illness of her son
the only way left to
earn her bread i
asked her if her
husband was dead
but the unbearable
pain her marital
misery the abuse
on her face i read
her face hidden in
a veil her eyes
pierced my soul
as she turned
away from me
walked ahead
i rushed up to
her pleadingly
i gave her a few
hundred rupee
notes ashamed
from her presence
i stealthily fled
yes i had stolen her soul..
within the soul of my poetry
where it was accidentally held
dedicated to my friend meld
who lives on the other side of
paradise away from my hell
