Someplace Else Poem by Shruti Goswami

Within the valley of scars,

Amidst battered brains;

No hopes rise or fall;

Just an acid rain;

That corrodes more;

And heals less.

So stood the helpless Taj;

With her pristine beauty;

In the valley of the dead.

But the water seeps;

And someway far;

Along the pebbled road,

Or the narrow stream

Struggling on its way;

Stand silent witness,

To the thorn, who,

With a trembling heart,

And a shaking leaf;

Asked the blood rose;

Will you be my Valentine?