Her Agony
Her impassive face
was cold and stony
Formless stupor
ruled her void soul
Her fate was in a
drowse
Her thoughts in
somnambulist whirl
Her adventure of
conscious joy was over
She found her
beloved oblivious of his surroundings
Morning found her desolate and bereft
Persistent thrill of touch was gone
Inert black quietude pervaded her being
Joy failed and slipped like a fallen
cloak
Thoughts and hopes quivered
She found her
beloved mute and reticent
Cosmos stood still and tranquil
Her woeful yearnings lingered
Her inspiration was spent and withdrawn
Morning kiss, that was a consecration and
a ritual, wrinkled
Kindled fire of joy was extinguished
She found her
beloved dead and calm
**==** (Mitwa 14th March,2017)
