Monsoon swamped me into chaos
Tears gushed forth like rain drops
Heart, a disarray of emotions
She crumbled and lay in the mud.


Lazulite sky stroked the placid river banks
Old shack beamed with the green meadow
Migratory birds, story tellers of time travel
She awaited for an epistle, a sign.


Tranquil stillness of the lush river on her feet
Eyes closed, she floats, hand in hand
The bird with the broken feather wailed in silence
Enchained hands imparted her, never to fly again.

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