Slow and dark fell the rain,
And the intense lightning struck insane;
As she glided on along the way,
A strange sorrow ‘cross her face,
And the veil of her velvet dress,
Touched the ground,
Slithering along in her wake;
With the sound of silence and the silence of sound,
She wondered if her grief would forsake;
She stretched her hand,
‘cross light and shade;
‘cross the precinct of greedy and betrayed;
And voila, o’ nameless poise,
You half tinged the raved voice;
The break of dawn relieved on her silhouette,
Into the chaos of slight chivalry and part charade

Sourav Sen

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