Tear Bubbles

Her silent tears

Fell on a cold blanket.

The shivers within were mutely contained

The soothing hand that was no more present

Loomed in the yellow shadow of a glass window

Ever present, ever elusive

Flimsy, broken, continuous

Like her endless tear-bubbles.

Copyright © 2015 Arpita Pramanick

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