Pretending to have him,
Tossing back your head and laughing.
Flapping your pretty lashes with a shiver,
He vanishes when you look in the mirror.
Running your hand over your arm,
Touch arousing desires with incomparable charm.
Smoothing your hair, you sit in a perfect attitude,
But a glance at the mirror reminds you of your solitude.
The bedspread exposes your pale skin,
Bold actions grip you; mind warning of a sin.
Shutting your eyes the hands you guide,
The walls reflect light to find there is no one beside.
You clothe and paint your face,
but black tears smudges your gaze.
as you lift a stone and shatter the mirror,
thus murdering the gruesome reminder.
Only if escape was this simple,
And memory of him were blur and wrinkled,
You wouldn’t have wept for his life which he sacrificed,
Or for his company, when it will be time to visit the Paradise.
hey Sanika, , a very nice poem to read dear...not just because of the rhyming of ur poem but the concept and feel is also too good.....keep writing my friend..all the best!
thank you for commenting so religiously pranayee. i am really touched. i tried to portray a widow who is a tumble of emotions without her lover. thanks again! !
You clothe and paint your face, but black tears smudges your gaze. as you lift a stone and shatter the mirror, thus murdering the gruesome reminder. Nice flow of rhythm, well composed poem, thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poetry! I am reminded of the short story Widow by Gudipat Venkat Chalam. The emotional turmoil of a widow is beautifully evoked in the poem. Thanks for sharing..
thank you sir.