She Poem by Surendra Negi

through the paddy fields,
on a rainy day;
walking among the poodles:
across the moor, she blows away.

reddened face, through exertion,
she looked like something;
with hands on her hips,
gazes the sky, holding the drowning sun.

an occasional breeze, had flown her tresses,
across the face, enveloped in perspiration;
as she sways, hither and thither: unstable,
trying again and again to cover more ground.

her dingy stockings, gave an impression,
she was in a hurry,
to meet somebody, who laid;
inside the ground, buried: deep and dead.

a promise was to be kept,
as divine as her pure love,
an unkempt, unfulfilled blessing,
to be happy in sorrow's abode.