The NoteA Poem by Arabdha
A cold winter morning..
as the wind breezed through the broken window.. my vision grazed the note in my study... right in my sight it was planted intimidating,inviting,waiting to be read.. Alas ! It didn't have a bearer.. But when have norms stopped an idyllic mind.. from obsessing over a devious ploy? And then-there was the note.. yellowed over time.. its frayed edges- effusing an unavoidable allure.. and even as I waged my jujitsu of conscientious turmoil the horned Satan seemed to have an upper hand.. prepared I was- to commit my sin- when in walked the maid.. ready to sweep the storm- and she brushed out and away all she saw.. an incarnate of the terminator..! Even before I could mouth a word.. the note was whirling through the shredder ! and off she went - faster than the storm.. shattering my morning reverie.. the angel seemed smug in happiness.. the horned Satan unhappy ! © 2013 ArabdhaFeatured Review
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15 Reviews Added on June 24, 2013 Last Updated on June 24, 2013 AuthorArabdhaBangalore, Karnataka, IndiaAbouti am 23..a thinker and a dreamer..life is hard..and i'm just fumbling my way through it..writing is my constant companion and escape.. I write likeAgatha ChristieI Write Like by Mémoires,.. more..Writing
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