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Small Town

by Sarmishtha De
(Silchar, Assam , India)

A woman behind the glass of smoke-
Is she is on dope?
Seamed in her svelte dress,
No one could tell she is a mess.
Clinging to a skeletal hope,
Inside dubious bubble of soap.
Smell of her alcoholic perfume-
Turns world upside down.
She doesn’t remember the last time
She was in town.

Empty park, idle heart
She travelled length and breadth.
It has been a decade-
Except name, everything changed.
Sprout of concrete,
Narrowed street,
Busy hubs and marts,
Marching traffic; noise at peak,
Not a single known face, she could pick.

This is here, where she had-
A loving family, crazy friends,
Her first love-
Man with whom she decided to elope.
Chased by haunting memories,
For moments she forgot to breathe.
She lowered the window glass-
Saw the town wearing an invisible mask.
She tried to figure out the missing link
That could save her vessel from sinking deep.


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Aug 18, 2014
Thank you !!!
by: Sarmishtha De

Thank you Preetham .

Aug 16, 2014
good effort
by: preetham


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