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Nov 2013
In the tired light
from the fire lit in the pyre
he saw a drop of tear
quivering on her withered cheek.
He longed,
butΒ Β having no right
to console her
left without a word;
stepped in to the darkness
that unfolded its black carpet.
K Balachandran
Written by
K Balachandran  Kerala, India
(Kerala, India)   
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