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