Phoo

Empty cup lies on the window sill,
crumpled sheets cry every night,
and the well-thumbed books remain dust filled.
Emotions flare and your absence I can’t bear-
But the despairs fall on deaf ears.
In wait, trudges the long night
when Phoo, my old maid, disappears.

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About Rahul Aithal

I am from Mumbai, India. Composing poems gives me immense pleasure. Few poetic sites I write on are - poemhunter.com, poeticvoice.ning.com, poetfreak.com and, recently Avant-Garde-Writer's Haven (on Facebook). You could browse my other writes on my private blog, rahulaithal.blogspot.com. I am glad to have joined this site, thanks to Louis. I hope to add value and get the group going.

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