Thursday, August 31, 2017

Dialect.

DIALECT.

left to time, it withered,
like a dead corpse hung from wall,
after the sentence.
no poems to defend, no stories to tell,
no anecdotes to share.
waiting, for someone to give her a name,
for someone to claim,
someone who would speak, her.
She, is always there.

Deepti.

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