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| Meghna Kaul |
Scars Left Behind
The gulls flying above the sea water,
the clouds luminous and large
like white balls curled inwards,
and the tinge of yellow and orange
flushed by the first rays of sunshine,
The deep below, the water lapping
the waves rush to meet her
She walks with hushed feet and curled hands
and a heart constricted,
The tender feet fall on the sand of time
time that floats like water and leaves the sand behind,
They could hear her coming near
the turmoil in her heart
Today she will blurt out everything
to the companions of her heart,
They hear unsaid, they sense unuttered
How she feels benumbed as if drained!
Her chest feels heavy, her lips are sealed
A sense of doom marks her head,
She feels so unclean
waiting for the angry waves to dash on the cliff
and drench her inch by inch
and make her as before
light in heart and spring in the feet
a fawn fleeing with fleet,
She stands against the vast universe
as if to hide in a cove
forgotten to all, untouched, pure and forlorn
The landscape is lost in the past
and the still, in the canvas
When I touch the contours of the frame
beyond an ominous large figure looms
Often when I sleep, or dazed
His course fingers caress my scary cheeks
Startled I awake, rubbing his touch
Groping for the marks
that are lost with time
but the scars of memories are left behind.
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Bio: Meghna is a teacher by profession, loves to read and write. She composes poems and writes short stories. She loves to write on nature and celebrates simplicity of life. She has written reports and articles for TOI. She is currently residing in Lucknow.
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