Vasundhara was our classmate
but she was not our friend.
she was a pleasant
smiling flower always.
But she kept distance
from all of us always.
Vasundhara was a miser
with words.
But she never ever wore a
pall of gloom.
She came daily
sometimes alone, sometimes
by car with her parents.
But her parents wore
always serious looks.
We always wanted to
be friends with Vasundhara
but she returned
her smile only and kept quiet and aloof
from us.
We didn’t, we couldn’t
hate Vasundhara at any moment.
Vasundhara was always a flower
to us, who deserved to
be loved and fondled.
But she was
a lonely smiling bloom.
Vasundhara was the cynosure
of all our eyes,
but nobody seemed Vasundhara’s
favourite, everyone was
equal before her eyes.
One day Vasundhara
with her smiling eyes
before leaving the college waved
her hands towards us which
sent ripples of shock through us
bled our minds,
waves of pain
passing through our
veins excruciating.
Vasundhara never came
back
whither she went
nobody knew.
Vasundhara loved us so much
still we see her
face like our inner
palms….
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