On her sombre face,
tears were not dripping down.
But her sad words and tales
made us shed tears.
Neither she solicits money
nor borrows even a tiny.
She had got two brave sons
but either of the two doesn't live.
For giving solace
her husband is also no more.
What of her boys died
was what that killed her man too.
If they were dead
fighting on the borders,
she would be walking erect
in the midst of her kin.
But all of them laid on the fields
where they ploughed and dug.
Only one snake has wiped out
her warriors one by one
in a span of three years.
Whom to feed, she must grow
crops in that sinful land?
But she clears weeds daily.
All the three were buried
in that tears-stained land
From dawn to dusk she is there
clearing weeds and lying beside
the idols, murmuring, 'There is no God'.
The sea has drawn the waters inward.
Beautiful written with nice turn from line to line..it complete the poem very sharp and well done..i love it, but how can we say that just losing three that the most important in life, dont we remember the second of our blessings...we always looking on what we losing but we never see what we have got....to calculate all small things we cant win...just a test why dont we understand...and yet, the separation is just for short before the next meeting..till when we will live here, someday we all leave...is that sound cruel..depend on you what to say_Unwritten Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Heart throbbing story yet there is a new beginning!