O I COULD HAVE MY PRICELESS LOST CHEST!

Alas! What a terrible blow for a husband bereaved beloved
To be untimely severed from her heart’s pulsation- ‘Lover’
Whom she loved as much as she nobody else ever loved
Whom she took to be a part greater as well as much better!

She is now without him an utterly marooned non-entity
Merely an existence without an iota of conjugal sense
Once, a mine of wealth of her Lover, is worth not a pence
Life now poses for her as an isolation hell for eternity!

The Sun now is too weak to remove her wretched darkness
The Moon now is too feeble to illuminate her pale face
In her ruffled Sea of life, high tide is now a daily occurrence
The power of her vision and dream are without lens!

Sugarcane now fails to retain its natural, sugary flavour sweet
Flowers now fail to flaunt their intrinsic aromatic fragrance!
Sorrow, grief, delirium and silence do vociferously tweet
Ah! With nostalgic moments she piteously does romance!

Every moment now passes as a snail-like aeon does
Faded and lustreless is now her life of yesteryears’ Rose
Petals of varied aspects are dry, dreary and hard now
Weights of bitter bereavement press her to shed and bow!

Like a threadless kite she is now in the helpless space flown
Like a fallen lifeless leaf she is now pathetically blown!
Kicked, dribbles she, only restlessly longing for her last rest
Dreams in vain, “O I could have my priceless lost Chest!”

©Shankar D Mishra   12 .03.2017