The Quiver
The quiver is empty
The bow lies still
The arrows all sent
To various sites.
They tread their own pastures
Reap their own soil
Oblivious to the thought
Of the forlorn path.
But pray tell me please
Why not flash a smile?
To the quiver
It once belonged.
Kiren Babal
26.8.2013
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