S H E ….~by Sarala Balachandran

 

 

S H E ….

She stands still with a vacant look
Seeing her reflection in the mirror
Her beautiful body once 
Is shrivled up with grief in few days time
Her vermillion
Wiped away
Her glass bangles colourful
Broken into pieces
All shattered on the floor
She dances in frenzy
Stamping the pieces of glassbangles
She laughs like an insane woman
She doesnt blush anymore
Her sallow cheeks tell her story !
No more kohl lined eyes
No more red bindi
Which once adorned her
Forehead sacred
Her husband was brought dead
From a battle to save our motherland
After days of lamenting
she has become quiet .. too quiet
No more tears she sheds
No more smile, an expressionless face
Only a will to survive
For her only son
She sets out to work
With determination and a promise
she had made when he left home !
She walks on with a renewed spirit
to lead a life purposeful for her
near n dear ones
keeping the picture of her
motherland and her beloved
weeping quietly in her heart !

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Sarala Balachandran