Poetry

Remains

The cottage remains

The myth of love still lives

in the heap of straw

and amongst the beads of a

broken necklace

The footsteps

cutting through

woods

are deep and solid

despite the

rain through the

years

Life is walking

on them

rather slowly

due to a tangled

“Dupatta”

 

                                               ~Shailja Sharma

                                                    Texas, USA

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