Soibam Haripriya
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Nothing
No pain
of loss
No angst
or pathos
The
footsteps
gradually
dies
The breeze
flies
carrying
a scent
Memories
-some
faded
some
discarded
Nothing
was
left
not even
a tattered
shred
Not even
the scab
of an old wound
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