My Love, How Are You? Who, Who Are You? I Am Your Dead Wife Speaking Whom Eliminated You From Your Life. Why Did You Kill Me A Helpless Girl If You Could Not Love Her? Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

My Love, How Are You? Who, Who Are You? I Am Your Dead Wife Speaking Whom Eliminated You From Your Life. Why Did You Kill Me A Helpless Girl If You Could Not Love Her?

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“My love, how are you, how are you?
Are you fine?
Are you happy, my love? ”,
Said she slowly in a voice of her own.

“Who, who are you speaking,
Who, who are you,
Speaking at a distance,
Standing in the shadows? ”,
Asked the lover.

“My love, my love, have you,
Have you forgotten,
Forgotten me so early,
I am, I am your dead beloved,
Whom eliminated you
From your life? ”,
Came it the voice.

“Who, who are you saying,
Who, who are you speaking,
What, what the thing,
Have, have I really,
Have I eliminated,
Eliminated you? ”,
Replied the lover.

“Are you, are you really happy
With your new wife,
The love found and searched,
Are you, are you really happy,
You touch me and say it,
Swearing in the name of God
That you are speaking truly? ”,
Asked she simply.

“Have you, have you forgotten me,
My love,
Have you, have you forgotten me,
My love
Or do you remember me sometimes,
If not, remember me sometimes please,
Is my photo still hanging on the wall or not? ”,
Asked she sadly.

“Are you, are you happy
Eliminating me,
Terminating me out
Just for an extra-marital affair,
Putting the allegations and blames on me,
Planning to oust me brutally,
Let us bury the past,
Now say you,
How are you,
Are you happy with your new partner? ”,
Said she with sobs and sighs
Wiping out her tears.

The ex-lover of the dead wife stood he still
Just like a rock,
Standing still and speechless,
Trying to divert the scene
Of the strange meeting,
Unwanted and unsought about,
Trying to avert it.

If he had not to love her, keep her,
The lover could have divorced her
Instead of taking a life,
Extinguishing a candle,
He could have created rather than destroying
A girl so helpless and hopeless,
Instead of giving hope to her.

Just when to leave the place, said she and went away,
“My love, live you where you are,
Live you happily,
Peace be to our soul,
My love, it is getting late
And I am going,
I still love you, love you
Whether you love me or not,
I still love you, love you.”

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Richard Wlodarski 04 May 2022

One of the most heart-wrenching poems that I've read on this site. Tragically beautiful. Poet Dubey, you've brilliantly captured the essence of the deceased lover's pain. And so touchingly evoked it! Outstanding work of art!

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Bijay Kany Dubey 05 May 2022

So nice to hear from you.

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