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With teary eyes, I will read my poem out!
I will tell you a tale of a wife,
Who recently lost her life.
It was her birthday morning,
Her cell phone kept ringing –
“We are sorry for your loss!”
Was the line she was told
On her mobile phone.
“He is no more!” was the second line,
Added after a long pause.
He was her life and would've always been
Had he stayed alive.
Now she too becomes a corpse
For he was no more alive.
Yes! She lost her life.
Her ten-year-old girl
Was sleeping peacefully near her,
Unknowing of the world
She was going to open her eyes.
It will be unlike any other morning
Although the Sun was shining bright like every morning.
After that day and every day of her life,
Her father will not be there
To give her morning kiss
And to stroke her hair with love.
She is going to see her mother every day
If she is lucky enough this time
But she will not be the same
For the rest of her life, for the rest of her life! |
