A widow
by Sarmishtha De
(Silchar, Assam , India)
White saree,
knot has opened up,
Loose end fanning its fang-
Is now free.
I see in mirror-
A face of you,
And beside you is blank me,
Staring back as white as my saree.
Colorless me-
Blinded by color sketched memory.
I see us walking down the sidewalk,
And now I’m frozen on other side of the wall.
Without you-
A dream I dared to dream.
A thought-
Everyday I fought with.
Days passed ; years gone,
Kids have grown ,
The reminiscence are still young-
And vivid.
I stand alone in shards as-
A wife,
A mother,
A widow.
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