THE AGONY OF A YOUNG UNATTRACTIVE GIRL

THE AGONY OF A YOUNG UNATTRACTIVE GIRL

Within the four walls of this house
A piece of land is sobbing
The piece is fertile but not attractive enough
It leaves the house every morning
In search of its own piece of Cloud
And returns home in the evening

For loosing itself into its own darkest corners

From time to time, clouds did came
Founded their fertile lands and settled there
Even now some unattached clouds move around
The piece needs its own share of cloud
Whom it can embrace, whom it can hold
With whom  it  can live forever

Who can sprinkle some cold shower
So that fresh plants could grow on it

Time is moving at its own speed
It’s moisture is drying

That piece is afraid deep down

If it did not get its own share of cloud

It may soon turn into unfertile piece

It may soon turn into a desert

Vinod Passy “Hanskamal”