She was introduced to her new family.She smiled and tried to settle. No
one beside her to share a smile or a single tear.Tapping her fingers,she hummed
an old song.
"Alas!Life
won't give me another chance.If it does,I’d do things differently!"
The story of
the ashes,traded with the wind to the far off land.
Perhaps,heart missed a beat,
in eternal wait.
Seemingly alienated,on a rainy day,sitting on a wooden chair,gazing
at the sky, from the window of her room in that old age home,that day she painted a
rainbow.
~~payal~~
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The story of the ashes,traded with the wind to the far off land..........The compassionate words
ReplyDeleteecho from the far of mountain.
You ended the write perfectly :)
ReplyDeleteA beautiful post.
ReplyDeleteatlast peace was found..
ReplyDeleteAmen!