I saw a lady;
Far from my
stance,
At an enormous
distance;
Gazing at the
stretched blue sheet.
She was a lady
for sure,
A thing of
beauty,
A creation with a
stroke of liberty,
I walked forth,
closer to her.
I came near, she
looked pale,
Maybe, thought I, had a
dreaded fall;
Life, maybe brutal,
But provides a cause to
cheer.
Her paleness drew me
even nearer,
I ought to know the
reason;
I got a stare closer,
No, she was not my
imagination.
She was grey, too pale;
Neither a sign of
humanity;
Nor a scene of
serenity,
Distressed, dull, there lied the
stones.
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Statue, she was,
Lifeless, emotionless,
And of course speechless,
But there was a smile.
I realised, she was contented,
Her heart had never tempted,
For a passer-by,
Walking through the highway.
Stones,
With a dearth of desires,
Lies peacefully where it were,
We beings being not those,
Desire, sorrow pounces on,
We sadden, and forget cheer.
I too smiled at her,
At my foolishness,
Returned back home,
Cause she was there at home.
-Siba Smarak Panigrahi
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