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| Santosh Bakaya |
Inaudible Chronicles
What inaudible chronicles,
What untold stories speak to her from the glass?
Is her muse reflected in the window glass?
Is her muse talking to her in hushed whispers?
Is the thoughtful woman reflecting on her inner tranquility
or her inner turbulence? She sighs.
She seems to be caught in a haze.
And hazes can paint surreal scenes.
It is weaving swathes and swathes of wonders.
Unleashing eternities of splendour.
Does she see a stranger in the glass?
Her reflection sparks the memory of Rosa Parks.
She smiles at the thought.
No way can she be as phenomenal
as the spunky woman
who triggered the Montgomery Bus Boycott.
But the thought fills her with a happy glow.
She hears a melody! Ah, such an elegant melody.
She slowly slips into a soothing quietude
amidst the chaos of the teeming multitude.
The bus stops.
She shrugs off the existential sorrows.
Lost in promising tomorrows,
she hops out of the bus, finally home.
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