The fallen anklet,broken,forgetting it's jingle,
Lies on the floor,as if it was abandoned,sad..
The flowers that adorned the long hair,twisted in a bun,
Lies fallen,as if leaves in autumn..
Or the petals of night blooms,that lies on ground in the morning,
The cloth covering her upper body, discarded,as she ran,
As if the flag of a defeated country,lied discarded,from it's pole..
The pearls from her necklace lied broken,as she ran..
In the lone corridor..
Towards the other end,where her beloved stood..
To embrace him,after a long journey he took..
For successfully returning to her arms..
From the war..
As she lied in his arms,breathing again..
He too smiled a little,
As if feeling again..
In the lone corridor,as if they were secret lovers,
As their lips met,time stood still,as if wishing to stop the moment for forever..
As if to imprint it in itself for ever..
In that lone corridor..
In his embrace,she felt home, complete again..
