It always was...scattered
Hairclips, rubberbands...bobbypins...
Every drawer, chest..bin..
Some ununderstandable earring...!
That weird neckpiece...
Once so loud
Now at peace.
I was always 'myself'.
She left.
Long...brown...
Honeydew..hair.
Open and beautiful.
Scatterred are
Hairclips, rubberbands
Bobbypins and me.
(The writer is a lawyer by qualification and hails from Patiala, Punjab; now based in Ranchi.)
