POETIC JUSTICE 12- By Mshinaram Warigon Ahrey

widow

THE WIDOW’S WINDOW

The pail, painfully lodged

On her tired black haired head

Fell, her scream shouted down

It’s dancing that’s known

She raced down to emptiness

His scent hung on new voidness

By the window her song seep

From a sorrow’s pit so deep

His touch gentle but gone

That wriggling in your belly unknown

A whimper after severing umbilical cord

A ritual of first cry, o Lord

He will never hear today

But widow will worship and pray

For the Lord, now her Lord

The Lord will lead her to the road

Where she will meet her  window

Then she’ll ne’er again be a widow

                                              (c)Warigon Archives 2017

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