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Saturday, 24 July 2021

What ails her!

The gentle breeze caressed her 

Her blow dried hair muttering soft

The diamond sparkled in the moist air

Her pale eyes lost in thought!


'Coffee madam', my mom stood in front

Her painted fingers held the cup

Mom waved off with a nod,

What ails her, this goddess, I gaze dumbstruck!


She fiddles with her cell phone

Stares deep into the screen, 

Her fingers tap wistfully

For a second I hear her breathe in!


'Hey take the cup!'

She asks with a frown,

My surreptitious glances laid bare and sore

Out of my trance, I do as I'm told!

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