Ratan ... - Black

She came alive to darkness,
Shrouded by the yellow light
Of rising sun, dressed
In pink - radiant and bright.

She was awake to tenderness
Of maternal zephyr, bloom
Of white Chrysanthemum, aimlessness
Of pigeons - their immortal gloom.

She then peered into infinite blackness
And with a subdued cry,
Drifted into misty pleasantness -
And forever closed her eyes.

Ratan ...

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