It roars as it zooms down the zigzag road
While, I am quietly peering over the side at the mushroom growth
And I see a snail slide by,
And collect some red gems in my potli pouch.
Walking slowly under my blue umbrella.
I continue walking as usual.
Submerging in the verdant canvas,
Leaving not a single bubble to the surface.
A woman clutched him tightly while it accelerated further.
The dark heavens ripped up.
And sun beams pierced my naked eye, unfiltered.
My eyes were forced to avert gaze to the valley.
Sizing up its depth.
A minute froze and I collected a drop of his essence tangled in the breeze.
I filled it hurriedly in a tiny bottle,
Corked it tightly.
And hid it in the folds of my dress,
And then further in my closet.
Behind my clothes,
Beneath the velvety ones reserved only for special occasions.
Then I went about doing the chores.
Day after day. Year after year.
Letting my clothes wrinkle as I worked,
Except the ones tucked in safely for the special occasions.
Again on a breezy, dark evening, I would go for a long walk down the same road
Waiting for the bike.
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