A
few years ago
A
pretty Indian woman walked by the road
She
worn high heels walking by herself
In
the morning maybe to town
A
short distance of about 1.5km
Passing
through houses and a small bridge
On
both side of the road the shady trees
She
walked with her steady grace
The
black dogs never barked at her
Maybe
they knew she is a woman
The
smell of perfume and her steady walk
In
the morning of cool and warm breezes
One
day she never walks by anymore
Maybe
she drives to work.....maybe she gets a lift
The
road becomes a missing walker in the morning
But
life moves on to everyone living
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