Grief Of Separation Poem by Uddhab Naik
Grief Of Separation
She is no more today
but still her soothing voice
refreshes me every morning.
I sit for hours alone
closing my eyes then she comes
and holds my skinny hands.
There is no talk in between,
millions of words flow on and on
with no voice around.
I intend to speak every time I meet her
but the old tears chock my vocal ability
Leaving me at a halt.
To be continued….
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