The first time I spotted her,
When summer had started to stir,
Was beneath azure skies
And amidst everything nice.
She had a friendly air,
And some buragandy hair;
Never ravishing but simply plain,
And hands drained in henna stain.
But her eyes were deep like an abysmal hole;
And within those eyes as dark as coal,
I spotted pain and stark denial,
Fear of touch and revival.
PS : The poem is inspired from the novel Nampally Road by Meena Alexander and the occurances of The Emergency.
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