by bhavani k ganga
Sunday, September 22, 2002
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The weekend brings in the blues
chasing away the myriad hues.
Viewing life with glasses of rosy tint
seems to be a dismal hint.
Stealthily creep shadows of loneliness
while the mind and heart ache togetherness.
Eyes keep searching, ears go straining
for a figure at the door step or the door bell ringing.
Alas when the hopes are in vain
the body works on the mundane
the soul searches solace
in one and twenty ways.