Diva- A War Widow Poem by Umasree Raghunath

She stands tall as the wind whispers her name
A warrior's heart her strength never wane
Her eyes hold stories of love and loss
In her hands the weight of a silent cross
Her courage blooms where sorrow once lay
A widow's pain never fades away
Yet in her soul a fire burns bright
A diva unbroken by the darkest night
Her sacrifice etched deep in time's thread
A hero's widow who stands proud instead

Salute to all brave divas who let their husbands, sons, brothers, fathers, cousins and friends fight for the nation 🙏.