she filled his sorrows
in a few shopping bags
and asked for one extra
to take home;
and walked alone in the rain,
drops dripping from the bags
that only I knew….
even she was not aware.
the bag had a tear
and dripping were tears…
tears of sold out sorrows.
I walked behind her
and continued to,
till eternity closed on us
-Vinod-

Categories: Poetry

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