She spent
Half her life
Half-asleep
Waiting
For the postman
To fill
The emptiness
Within
With letters
From scattered
Children
Left on the window sill —
Now at 82
She discovers
Her world
Has shrunk too
Within
A numbered cell
With a woman
Telling her
She could leave
A voice message
If she
Wanted to.
The pathetic life of a woman who spends the whole of her for her family & later dejected totally….. Well depicted
Thank you so much,Geetha
This poem of yours has touched my heart dear Vijay, great write indeed, so touching, so eye-opening.
Thank you so much, dear Pramilla.
Compassionate and insightful.
Thank you,dear Louis.
Short, profound write!
Thank you,Vineetha.
A vivid portrayal ! the penmanship reflects the yearning of the poet to awaken the Social conscience from its slumber..
Thank you,Kumaara.
Conscience-