page-- 239
- Today again
- Autumn wind
- At my doorstep
- Scattered dry leaves
- If I want to gather them
- i could not do so
- Because
- Of my bitter past memories
- That in my mind are scattered
- Like the fallen leaves
- At my threshold
pari is ready to make a monument of her room that she has very tastefully decorated , she is not happy to give it up for anyone , not even for taghral who is arriving shortly from australia to stay with them, her sister , mother and grandmother try to make her understand that too much possessiveness on her part is not correct but her argument is there are other rooms where guests can be comfortably accomadated,
No comments:
Post a Comment