Songs of Tears
Covid become one among the trade of neighbouring friends; sufferings become daily bread oceans of tears for dried heart. They even restrict the last kiss allotted for their beloved’s burial, wrapped with clouds of mystery bag , many hearts wept by realizing. Yesterday's a live smile turns into today's frozen lips of cold blood, string of happiness had gone. Chambers of heart separate becomes a fragment of grief; years of harvest of love and joy spin into an hour of ashes; Poverty and pain are the fixed image of each retina of groundlings. Dawn of happiness vanished burial denied fragrance of fire emerge, searing wind brings ashes of beloveds. Weep from the deep sea of separation, sob from the colourless field of life, tears from the endless pain of memories. Flowers upon her graveyard are the gift Of daughter’s affection to mother’s love; gift of unshed flower message her she is fine in the hands of nature. -S. Neethumol (20ENG5...