THE WAR WIDOW

This's one my poems or rather say imaginations, I used to write at my leisure a few years back. Well, rather term it a short story. Feel the pain of some 'fortunate' yet unfortunate if you may...

She was waiting for him
For hours in the throng
He was busy consigning

Chats and hats for long

Her mind her was in a storm

Way down for some melancholy song

Minute by minute was she counting

Her patience with the gong

Like her slender hair knitting

Thoughts were knitted along

Now that she felt a gust of wind

Chilling her tears along

She did to look towards the vicinity

Felt life on and on headstrong

Up there in the border

He was singing a soldier's song

Where blood was ionic, and was

T he ammunition strong

Loving a mass of earth was the motto
Where nights were spent in pong
Stoned the heart and ears
The whirr was a deafening song
Fight the wroth being raged
Feet off ground considered wrong

Now getting a break from the war
He used to call her in along
She rushes to the aging phone
In excitement forgetting to part the comb
Her slender hair sneaking with
The life comes out young
That warm voice that fills
Up her heart, can hear the bong
She jumps into the fool's paradise
Joy bells ring ding-dong
And he puts an otiose to add up
And a smile gets birth after this long
That those joss sticks and flowers
Ran for the sweetness among
Desperation was on either side
But flamboyance was it "nothings wrong".
And then the network ran out...
Whence her world crumbled deep and long

Months rolled on with the war
This brave soldier fights winsome

Sacrifices his life for the country

Becomes a rage in the kingdom

His army has been victorious

The war was won.

Celebrations everywhere

To Success, so what if carcass a ton

But where is her heart and soul gone?

Wasn't that heaven bound

How do she pretend to smile
And prove herself patriotic strong
When her life's shattered to bits
All those memories will last long
But She had to stop her tears
And rejoice..."We have won!"

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