Hinges and his beloved

    13-Mar-2021
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Nongmaithem Priyadarshini
                       
A heavy trudge... and a left behind trail,
Dusty and rustic,
Along the sandy shore
Of the vast desert of times.
 Darker and deeper night of hyenas
Of flesh and blood.

In a smoky city...in an unlighted room,
The hinges tell a story of  woes and foes,
Shedding red blood solitary tears.
The big fat manlike comes and goes,
For him cigar to burn to ash.
Stray dogs bark at the passers-by.

The beloved writes a letter
Of unknown passions,
Detailing her wants,
For she not known her lover lies cold,
Along the sandy shore
Of the vast desert of times.