Pale Face Poem by shakil ahmed

Pale Face

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Pale Face

While I was riding my motor cycle
With a slow and steady pace
My wife was sitting beside me
With a pale and melancholic face.

Through the side glass
I saw her wan and blanched face
Once it was brilliant and lovely
And replete with youthful grace

She lost her covetous hope
That prudently nourished so long
Callous world broke her dream
Along with her fragrant song

Donning a green top
And a saffron headgear
She was murmuring a plaintive tune
Anticipating life’s fear.

Life gave her a shattered blow
And snatched wishes from her
She was just like a corpse
More sorrows she couldn’t bear

Her fault was that
She had a luscious dream
She didn’t know that
Her life would be grim.

I only said-
‘Cloud will fall in the form of rain
Glorious moon will shine
In the gloomy sky again’

Shakil Ahmed.

Wednesday, July 1, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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Badarpur, Assam, India.
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