Thursday, October 13, 2022
I love the word widow
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She has a pain in her heart,
Who examines, it is pure and sublime, her tears and check depicts that,
Subbing while alone with memories that she had,
Needs a lonely place to have alone, she and her memories with life's best part.
He had given sweet words, smell and touch without any dart,
She knows how precious all these, still waving in her heart,
She knows the spirituality of those words, smell and touches still lively are,
It's fragrance increases as shared in His divine presence in love and calm, that she speaks being calm.
He has left her not the divine one,
Divine presence and his memories, she says enjoying, when alone and one.
Claims, "call me widow, I'm that,
It's fresh designation and to my love and an approval.
Let it be that, till he waits me there".
Dwit David Philip
Chaibasha, Jharkhand
13/10/2022