She is wrapped in the purity of
a bone-white sari
forehead bare
hands disbangled
eyes emptied of sleep, darkened
with sooty half moons below
try a word with his unfading smile
hanged on the wall
a sea of despair trickles down
drenching the meanings of her past
and the hidden suns of the future.
The reminiscent voices of her lost soul
pound the breath of hope
suffocating the debris of
tragedy in the engulfing darkness, where
the hands of her deprivation
burry the last dawn
as the eternal sunset sets in.
Two kids!
one still at breast
the other at the kindergarten
haunted everyday with the question
“where’s your dad?”
on the weekend parents’ meet.
The government paltry sum, her bread,
body the space,
children the solace,
mirror the reflection of time
in the narrowness of sultry void.
The other day the nation
honoured her Paramveerachakra,
a perpetual barb of distinguished honour.
Fate’s artful hand
drew her down
into a wary future.
Today he’s a grand memory
a helmet-headed gun
on a tomb of his body and
she’s a half drawn
distorted sketch of silence
abandoned by an invisible artist, who
contemplates an apocalyptic erasure.
~Sreekanth Kopuri
Machilipatnam, India
Indian Periodical
Indian Periodical
It’s a very emotional poem that touches both mind & heart with imagery depicting every minute detail about the soldier’s wife…What she goes through on losing her loving husband. The tiny tots she’ll have to look after as a single parent hurts the most. Her pain can be felt through the lines of the poem.The imagery leads to visual picturization. It’s an excellent poem bringing tears into our eyes
Thanks for your valuable feelings.
beautifully and emotionally penned
it wrings the heart and brings tears into the eyes when you think of the bereaved wife and children without a breadwinner in the family and a long long empty life to lead for years to come
congrats for the wonderful imagery and heartrending emotions that have touched my heart and am sure of all those who have read it