A Woman stood in the middle of a muddy road,
With her drooping shoulders, ragged clothes swinging in the monsoon wind.
Her chappal-less feet had cracks, through which her blood strained to peek at the world.
Two dry-branched legs struggled to move forward and suddenly an Audi car knocked the whole tree.
On an empty muddy road, a woman lay dead. Ants marched, flies and maggots had their fill. Soon to dust the tree transformed.
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The Shadows Of A Broken Soul
PoetryLife unravels infront of you, Each second pass you by, and you stand dazed by the events, people, nature, city lights and everything that surround you. Sometimes love find it's way to you, with slow strides and so does hate. Sometimes you are taken...
