The Vermillion Sky Poem by sayan sil

Written on the feelings of the beareaved wife of a freedom fighter

A pregnant sky
A piece of peacelessness
A setting sun
& a tiny dose of sweet poison
All had agreed to walk with me
The tears like all of them has refused
So had done myself
Dragging the carcass
The only life saving drug
is death
I was afraid of its effect before
Until I met a stranger
Life.
Now that I have lost all
Nothingness seems to be more meaningful.
The ever-generous almighty
had provided me
With an outstanding match
But had not revealed its price
The price of being cradled
by destiny amongst a heap of thorns
& waiting to get hurled in it.
The nations call has rewarded its answerer
With only distress
Promises lay shattered today
Of a relationship
He did not betray his nation, his duty
His nation did.
Nameless as I am
I had paid the price of being a being
& of everything I got
But only the setting sun owes its colour to me
&I know that I would get repaid
Cause long after my traces vanish
when time will run to save its blushes of a dreaded work.
You would remember me, everyone of you
When the sun will pay me back
As it had promised to me
That every single time it retires
It would repay me my colour
It would paint the sky
vermillion.