Tears of Widowhood.
Alone in the vast wilderness
On a misty morning though
Standing by the grave of her beloved.
Her eyes glued on the heaped bank of earth
Thinking about the days in solitude
A slave to a calamitous fate.
And the barbarous dark days to fathom
Gripped by a feeling akin to terror than exultation
Yet mocked by the motility of the whispering air
Whose breeziness hits her melancholic face.
Her impuissant tongue mutters agony
Gesticulated by a flood of tears
Impatiently caressing her mirthless cheeks
Quivering limbs unable to support her weight
As the intensity of acute emotional distress
Piled like a hill to tickle her pain,
Her feeble lips muttered with a quaky tone;
"Until we meet again dear love."
(Sekyewa Godfrey)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem