Friend
Jane was lost in the woods
And Ann waited for years
The sun was scorching above
And feet embedded in cruel mud.
She waited for Jane, her friend
Because she told her to wait
And she waited with gray hair
Misted eyes,morphed fingers.
seasons changed indifferently
Cloud obscured her face
Water was dripping from leaky heart
Freckled bones crackled.
She was turned into a tree
And became part of the forest
The best one, my daughter said
To her little friend in red skirt.
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02nd May, 2018
Copyright © Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty | Year Posted 2018
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