Her Agony

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Her inspiration was spent and withdrawn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)