A Dependant’s Story

September 27, 2017 § Leave a comment

A locked almirah of a person past
The doors offer a glimpse of a life unlived.
Musty racks lined with yellowed newspapers
As neglected as the life that lived
Stuffed with sarees of fine silk and light cotton
Worn seldom in joy or with pride.
The tumbling textiles reveal treasured
Little bottles of perfumes and pretty handbags unused
A testament to unreconciled desires.
Tiny curios unenjoyed, hidden in obscurity
for like their owner they belonged nowhere.
It is much when a man supports his kin
but amounts to nought when a voice is lost.
But, what too, of the destitute lady
who grasped a crutch but forgot her legs?


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