From Life To Widow Poem by Aashish Kalra

Perfect world did she own,
All her dreams and desires into reality had grown.
A man she loved,
The one she only admired and for the reason she reason lived.
Destiny gifted them beautiful girls,
Whom they considered their most precious and priceless pearls.
Nothing was left to be earned,
All the burden of gold towards them was turned.
But lives never wait till late,
Opposite changes they bring in fate.
One fine day turning to night,
She, for him waited through a desperate sight,
An earthquake befell,
And the news wasn’t well.
He was defeated by the worst of times,
And left his beloved into mimes.
The news tore her apart into a million pieces,
So sharp, which would scratch her heart and tending it to screeches.
Her pain was all that alive,
So deep, eyes trying to swim, but tears unable to reach the pain in any dive.
She forgot what she was, to where did she belong,
She stood alone hammered in the mourning throng.
The people diluted,
And the pain refuted.
The night was quiet,
Which could not have been more quiet.
All her dreams cried,
Her desire to love and a third boy for whom they would have tried.
All her prayers were unanswered,
Her eyes seemed as if they gored.
All she had were open wounds,
And a time, a healing; which was to be found.
Her tongue only bade prayers,
And while she slept, tears washed her face in layers.
This night would never end,
Seemed it as if it had no append.
But the hope lied buried,
She was all now about her pearls worried.
Her light came from them,
She grew them walking on the thorns of realism.