Melancholy in her eyes, pallor on the cheeks.
She sat with her hand on chin, heard a moan, bed creak.
Quivering lips, trembling hand, hair carelessly done.
She reached out to the sick man, one and only one.
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Very poignant. Your last line lingers in the mind like those shadows at day break. Beautiful. Warmest regards, Sandra
the pain and grief of the bereaved spouse is expressed so touchingly in this well written poem...thanks for sharing it with us..10+
Grief painted touchingly inside a well worded poem frame...thanks Mamta...gives a sad silent read...10
love is the deep undercurrent of your poem...just love......and pain.........
things have to move on...rights have to be performed...the crowd and the various rights we carry out in a death...actually keeps us busy and takes away the pain of seperation of the near and dear one...a touching poem
Lovely painful work with pictorial value. You know the art of composition and presentation that touches the reader. While reading, I felt it very known to me. 10 with pleasure.