The Dark Lady
She drinks a lot
From closet tub
Weird weird !
White dress
Full of black dirt
Her face was clean and pure
Dark lady dark lady!
Is she blind or
Is she mad ?
She walks through the street
Carries a stone bag
Yellow light everywhere
She came closer to them
They ran off from there
Utter loud cry
Seems to be music ..........
Amala Bose
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