The Lady in the Hood

The Lady in the Hood

By, Kaushik Paul


Walking down this alley,
I often see this lady in a hood.
Whenever I see her,
I don’t know why I feel so good.

I never see her face,
I never hear her voice.
Yet, whenever I meet her,
I know not why I rejoice.

Maybe because we both,
Tread this dark lane.
Maybe because our pains,
Are quite the same.

Maybe loitering in the shadows
Have made us both meek.
Maybe because a ray of light,
Is what we both seek.

I don’t know what,
This lady thinks of me.
All I want is...
The lady to come out of the hood,
And live free.

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