Passing glimpse.

I saw her in a passing glimpse,

Her mane ruffled in the wind.

I saw her still sane.

I saw her smile,

Amused by her own reflection on the glass window.

I saw her turning away, as if in pain.

I saw her in thought,

As if regretting the past and cursing the future.

I saw her in burden.

I saw her wanting,

To be praised, to be known, to be loved.

I saw her nothing left to give the world,

But her life.

I saw her .... in a passing glimpse.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               Prithwish Patra.