Saturday 12 July 2014

The girl...

The closet,by the chanced arcade
A girl stays on,incessantly...



A mass of wild hair,tied to
A bun,of neglect...



A few dreams,of an erstwhile
Washed off,bits and pieces,in
The crumbs and fish bones,and
A fair bit,of used habits...



The days of a life,clings to
The almost damp,pale churidar...



 The end of an inapt bath...

A bit of yesterday,lingers on.....

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