Mona -An Enigma


“God be with me,”
Mona exclaims. A moan rather.

Pensive and sobe,r always
she looks distraught at present.

“What could have gone wrong?”
I wonder.

“Could be anything personal?
could there be an impending danger?”

Looking at her, I could not decide.
Distress engulfs.

I watch every move of her.
She is an enigma.

Mona stares at me.
An empty one!

We sit in silence.

 

 

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