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Monday, Jan 28 2002
Silence
Rachna Sharma-Sirtaj

I am a mom (to our 7 year old son) and a home-maker. A Personal Counsellor by profession, I work part time for a Hospital and a Counseling centre. I am a post graduate in Literature. Writing and reading are two passions I cherish, inspite of the hectic schedule. Though I must confess, most of the time reading becomes the "preffered" passion.

The dry leaves rustle
As footsteps move
I turn around to look
I see nothing

A small twig falls
In the stillness around
I hear nothing...nothing at all

The lone rock
Dry, huge isolated
Rests in the sun

Sun...perched in the sky
Looks lonely
Surrounded by planets
Present but invisible
Searching for their identity

Soft wind moves
Moves through my hair
Moves through the leaves

Surrounded by leaves, trees
People and rocks
I am all alone
In my world In my dreams.

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