BEADS

 
                BEADS


A sole representative of nineteenth century,
She sat in a corner counting beads.
She felt her weary life had led to dismay,
Unforgettable happenings come to her mind.
The days she had enjoyed in her life
The crucial period when she lost her husband,
The strengthening bridge lost one of its balance.
She prayed God to take her away
But that is hypocritical to attain peace.
On every night she dreamt of death.
All her dreams may come true
But she would leave a mark of life -
When she winds up her world
And her beads...
   
              S. ANANDHI
                25/11/95
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