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IN THE WOODS [Written in December, 1993, Bangalore, India. Published in "The Times of India": Year-1994.] |
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It's been long since I met her, She - in the wizened form. Nobody's got time for her, I must go alone. Pleasant times I do remember We've had together As I played in her warmth and charm And happy pleasant memories I take with me As I go today to meet her. Childhood has passed under her care. She was younger then. Now she grows older day by day But to me she's just the same. She lives there in the woods beyond Lonely, solitary, and sad. Thro' blazing Suns and biting Winds Undaunted and with dare. Seasons come and seasons go But mean nothing to her belief Now she's given up all hope in life. She asks me -"How long can an old thing live?" Nobody loves her just nobody Even my love and care has diminished How long can anyone take care Of an old withering HOUSE IN THE WOODS? Zeenat N
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IN THE WOODS [Written in December, 1993, Bangalore, India. Published in "The Times of India": Year-1994.] |
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