VIDHVA – AN INDIAN WOMAN BEREFT OF HER 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 twonever 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…….!
[N.B: After being beref of her husband, a married Indian lady is called ‘Vidhva’ in India. The poet’s mother was bereft of her husband 42 years back when the poet was less than two years then.]
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 twonever 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…….!
[N.B: After being beref of her husband, a married Indian lady is called ‘Vidhva’ in India. The poet’s mother was bereft of her husband 42 years back when the poet was less than two years then.]
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