VIDHVA
– AN INDIAN WOMAN BEREFT OF HUSBAND
Ah! After
being bereaved of her husband
A woman
is robbed of many an irretrievable possession:
Her
forehead never ever glows with dazzling vermillion
The
sprightly, jingling bangles and her hands become aliens
Gorgeous,
embroidered costumes turn untouchables on land
Ornaments
and she are two never meeting parallel river brinks
Between
much sought-after happiness and her have now no links
An
erstwhile Angel is now a quasi-dead, pale, dungy, discarded lot
Smeared
with inauspicious, unwanted and ostracized stains
Accursed,
fettered and destined till last breath, only to rot…….!
©Shankar D Mishra 06.05.2017
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