The Briddhashram


Wait after wait the old eyes see today
For someone to knock the doors
The little fingers to hold the wrinkled hands
Of love and happiness
But it seems like an age-old dream
For the woman near the window
Pain of love bears the glass heart
The sky holds the stars of memory
Walls echoes the giggles of past
Stares of pain and hope
Seems to have covered
The roads of briddhashram

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