Standing on the hill-top, every day she wept.
Her wails often heard far-off, for an eternity she was trapped.
The world around ~ colourful, vibrant; while hers remained silhouette,
In the darkness she groped around, to be alive again she yearned.
In the spirit realm, she was alive yet dead.
Copyright 2014 © Nandini Deka
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ReplyDeleteReally like this - love the atmosphere you created in so few words.
ReplyDeleteWell crafted piece indeed!
ReplyDeleteThat is one beautiful description of her existence in just five sentences. Goes very well with the picture.
ReplyDeleteNicely described.. Good one!
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