Her.

By Prapti Dasgupta

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She was the epitome of aristocratic elegance,

A hallow of calmness surrounding her

But no one could see the vulnerability, lurking behind her big doe eyes

An evergreen smile gracing her face,

But the sorrow was in disguise.

Maybe she was missing someone dear,

Or remembering someone’s untimely demise.

The reasons were innumerable,

But answers could never be found

As now she lies in a coffin,

Six feet under the ground.

There she lies peacefully,

Nothing but her memories to remind.

Maybe she be happy in her next life,

All the sufferings left behind.

By Prapti Dasgupta