A winter day, a cloudy sky,

A hint of a tear in her eye,

Her cradle of misfortune rocked by the winds,

Nobody cares, a lonely song she sings

Through the halls of blind souls she walks,

On the door to her heart no one knocks,

They stare at her empty minds,

The light of the day she never finds

Burning grass, stagnant leaves,

The sun goes down, darkness creeps,

She looks back on shattered dreams, visions,

Seeking to reach the touch of humans

Parthsarathi Trivedi

8th March 2007