The mourners sweep pavements with heartache
The one thing lost no one could break
The petals are dry her mhendi has faded
And yet until yesterday they had been radiant
So many miles her back was elevated straight,
These momentous steps someone else holds her weight
Tears splutter breathlessly, swallowing all air
Like our Laughter mercilessly slain to despair
The heronry is open for business!
6 years ago