poetry 2

poetry  1.4.13 SB

the old notebook
still holds her life
hidden inside its pages
some pages are stained
with ink, or other stains
a rose or wildflower
sleeps somewhere within them
with them sleeps
the whole life of a woman
gone long away

Sharmishtha Basu

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