From the biography of an unknown woman: IX
One fine morning
While negotiating
The snow clad peaks
She found herself
Surrounded by a
Thick snow fall from
All directions…
She sits there patiently
At the mercy of the mountains
Struggling for breath
And in imagined warmth…
‘The snow will disappear
The sun will appear
Leave not your faith
Abandon not your prayer…’
So spoke her master’s voice
In dogged perseverance
She still sits there
Waiting for a
Resplendent silence
To dawn on her
27apr2010
09.25hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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