she stood on a sinking heap of ash <br />she picked up a little and placed it <br />in the cup of her palm... <br />between the index finger and the thumb <br />she felt its texture-soft and flowing <br /> <br />the ash she held <br />didn't show an emotion <br />didn't reflect a tear <br />didn't show a face <br />either loved or hated <br /> <br />the texture felt alike <br />wherever she touched the ash... <br /> <br />12sep2010 <br />09.55hrs<br /><br />indira babbellapati<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-the-bigraphy-of-an-unknown-woman-xxxviii/
