IT WASN'T HIM!



“I’ll come soon,” he said, as he walked towards the boat. It’d sail him far away. “It’s important,” he’d say, “for our future.”

He left, without a backward glance. She stood still, her eyes hopeful, the pain in her backbone not withstanding. For it was not hours, but days that turned into weeks; and then months. She stood rigid, where he had left her, not wanting to cheapen her love, her dedication, her trust.

Unawares, life slowly drifted away from her body, and grew into a flower in that same place. It’d dangle, every time a boat passed by. Alas, it wasn’t him.




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GRAVES




Tearful, she stared at the swamp around,
Clutching the oars, trying to hold the unsteady boat in place,
She wished, she had come long ago,
Fought for her land, and her ancestors,
Buried, who lay now, several feet underneath,
The swamp waters, now, their only grave.

She remembered, mails after mails, that she had ignored,
Written by her near ones, to fight their case,
Of the corporator threatening to empty the town,
Construction of the dam, that was to be immediate.

Homeless, they had stood defiant, till they drowned,
Their once-tall mansions washed away in the floods, abrasive,




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