That emptiness visits her again…
In the frozen corner of her broken veins!
She taps one and let it bleed-
The faintness of her past refrains!
She runs to catch hold of that space-
Of no worth and just in vain!
Time as slender as a reed…
Slips from her hand-
To not to be found again!
Had she known- she was not a centre!
She would have acted the same!
But why then this emptiness revolved-
Within her and followed her in the murky lane!
She yells at the top of this silence-
And wishes not to be heard…
She grabs that rug of strength…
And wordlessly walks through the rain!
(c) Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"
