I see her with sable brown hair Silky sheet blowing in the air Framing her beautiful face square Doe shaped black eyes, so rare Indo-American, beyond compare I see her standing straight and tall Amongst her peers, towering above all Moving gracefully in the geriatric ward Comforting aged patients, that's her call Serving homeless abandoned in the hall I see her at the end of each day Collapse on couch; tired, legs splayed, Gazing at my garlanded portrait A dialogue with me daily engages I hear, but cannot participate
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