She weeps by a portrait
turned black under
the dust of years
upon the broken wall
of her heart, tied with ropes,
shabby and torn, memories
in the sighs of trees,
in the whimpers of winds,
brush against her crinkled skin,
every day, every night
she waits for him.
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Surbhi Thukral
Member Since: 27 Aug, 2015
Surbhi Thukral is a new mother of a beautiful boy. Apart from being a doting mother, she writes fiction and poetry. Her work has appeared in several magazines, anthologies and journals. She holds Masters in Business & Management from th...
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