The Broken String
The Broken String The haunting illusions of you The frozen mist on the window The long loneliness without you The dark hovering shadow The longing for touch of you Music of silence which I Hear in the night of agony Twilight moon peeping through My window, making it gloomy I remember the melody once you played ,deep darkest bloomy Water droplets scattered all around Sobbing On the edges of my fringe How to play now with broken string. ……………………………………………..vaishali