how she reached an antique
dealers shop at Bandra Bazar
is a mystery i cant unveil..
but yes standing out in the
heavy rains she is on Sale
sadness written on her face
that the humid hot weather
has made her pale ..
since the time i saw her
i fell in love with her as
my muse ,,dainty frail
but a brave warrior ..
lost illusions lost memories
lost trail..silence muted wail
will she be sold
will she not be sold
the tragedy of this
beautiful female
back to the lands
she came from
will she sail..
too many question marks
on this red indians tale
inspired by a friend on flickr
a poet derailed
