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A Stand By

Across hundred face, all so nice
Her's is so special, a matured ace
Spilling always a melancholic shade
As if, self-exiled from the present day world

Married to a banker and herself a teacher
But their hopes dashed - now locked up in a divorce
In the absence of any patching up gestures
Time alone can heal their unfortunate ruptures

Seldom she smiles, that too in a reluctant style
Speaks very little, as a recorded device
Taking into account her age and texture
She seems, reeling under untold pressures

I have thrown my hat in the race
Ready to accept her hand, once she is freed
Wish, I am fit to render her much needed solace
For, I knew her from childhood, as an old time soul-mate.

poem by Santhana Louis
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