Sometimes…She wanted to scream and tell the world
He left as wisps of wind in whirls
But what good it would do to moan
World cares not for kin forlorn
So she wielded a smile and seemed glad
With all that went around, a fad
Sometimes guised as buffoon
Pretended this life to be a boon
None doubted the hell she’d undergo
Sun’s harsh rays fell on her bare brow
Four walls became her worst poison
Tree devoid of leaves is infirm
Although few good things did matter
Scribing thoughts and reading others
Moments feeble flitted, turned to relics
Words melted and only feelings lived
©Sunila .. 21/11/2016.
An engaging,enthralling poem.
Thank you so much for your kind appreciation, Vijay ji!
Intense and atmospheric.
Sincere gratitudes for your humbling words, Louis Sir!
Mute words and feelings intense! Beautiful.
Thank you so much for your kind words, Tapeshwar ji!