From the biography of an unknown woman: I
And when her heart was
Put on the ‘echo’
They found some inerasable
Footsteps echoing loud…
And when her tears were
Put under a microscope
They did detect fine
Granules of sand…
And when her muffled
Screams were put to a
Voice analyzer, deafening
Sounds of a tsunami were observed…
And when the body and brain
Were scanned, every bit looked
Empty, drained and still
And ready to be discarded
11apr2010
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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