Sunday, June 26, 2011



Into the untainted cloudless skies
With brimful teary eyes,
Gazing through the wide flung door,
Whom was she sobbing for?

Her face in the veil of night,
Whose beauty the darkness did blight,
Cheeks smeared by thick teary stain,
She was so beautiful even then.

Flowers pinned into her plaited hair
Drooping in the tear drenched air,
Her face nestled on her elbow,
Was she waiting for her beau?

Peering at the abandoned road
Over the fields of barley and oat,
She hid her face in her palms
with tears fretting soft fleshes of her arms.

Wall in muted shades of red
Had a photo of a youthful lad,
Encased in a dexterous hand-made frame,
“My love Karma”, his name?

The glossy lips of an unknown hue
like a leaf blade gently caressed by the dew,
Oh! It glistened in the dark
Like a dungeon lit by a lightning spark.

Would he come for her?
Or is he stuck in the murky woods afar?
Or by the guiding star misled?
Fighting mists in the dark, dead?

Or the songs she kissed in the wind
Shall bestow him the hint,
The pure love she had kept,
Died waiting at the spot where she wept?

Karma Thukten
26th of June, 2011

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