Monsoon cloud, haggard, grim,
bereft of rains,
staggers along the sky path-
she is a brutally abused bride,
half burnt and violated-
I wrap my words
with the pallor of her skin-
she looks down,
her sad eyes without kohl
has no more story left-
I breathe a prayer
in ink
to travel far and wide
seeking more prayers…….
Posted for Sanaa’s Midweek Motif ~ Poems to weather uncertain times @ Poets United
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