A tiny mouth suckles at her dry breast, defiantly trying to cling on to life. Two pairs of small hands tug at her tattered sari, faces streaked with dirt, tears and hunger pangs. Wings clipped, she only gazes listlessly at the sky.
My lover’s gaze kisses me and I blush. Longing fills my heart. My eyes wander searching for the truth. Inane banter takes meaningful form. Proud, I wear my love like a precious adornment. Time passes-a beautiful dream, flying on silvery wings. Love leaps, soaring, sparkling and drinking deeply from the spring of life.
Blind eyes fail to note that leaves have turned, dark clouds have converged. The seemingly warm cloak had been hiding the knife of treachery all the while. The poison of mistrust runs through my veins now. The weeds of indifference have overtaken the blossoms of love and I am dying a slow death under the veil of pretense.