She left the room with a post card
Her blouse had dust and rust
Neck gleaming in sweat and regret
She walked like a silhouette discharged
Earlier she was a muse
To a man in peculiar hues
They drank poetry and blues
And slept in a treacherous bruise
She woke up to hunger
Her eyes saw another four pairs
They were small and their cries scares
She must plunder
She left the room with a postcard
Steps evenly strapped
Her mind still cramped
It looked hard and beyond
She, A muse
Card, Had many dues
Kavitha Nair 
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Wow. My fav line was “They drank poetry and blues
And slept in a treacherous bruise”
Thank you 🙂
Welcome. Not a deep writer like you, but can explore my blog
I like the way you portray the lady….the way you conveyed the story….and for it seem so realsitic
to me that I visualised it. liked it a lot. wishing you to pen more…poetries.
Thank you Abhijith 🙂
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