I laughed in my empty palace,
As loud as I could.
Under the pretence of vain,
Noisily I made a hoot.
I laughed till the echoes returned,
On me they fell like the rain;
Slowly my mouth twisted
And trickled tears of pain.
- Amrita Sarkar.
Written on 03: 07: 2009
Published on 12: 03:2011 and 30: 04: 2011,
The Assam Tribune.
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