VENGEANCE
Photograph by Sudip Bhattacharya A stare, I feel, That follows, I believe, A tingle in the spine, I realize. Familiar isn't she? The bouffant at top, A few tresses peeping, The sequined train, In crimson silk, Laces in sleeves, Who is she? With tender steps, I tip-toe, A glance, I crave, A swish of silk, The waltz begins, I stand still. High cheekbones, Chiselled nose, Eyebrows like a bow, That sparkling bracelet! The crescendo! She was in grave, wasn't she? Lopsided smile, I hide, Cringing with fear and shame alike, Shrouded with mystery, Her eyes terrify; 'Time is ripe, to unmask your lie. Gluttony of greed, trampled my pride'. Perspiration flows, Like rivulets of woes, I beseech, With begging eyes. ' Drown in cauldron of misery, Death will be deaf to your cries', glared She, bidding goodbye.