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SHE IS SOMEONE CALLED....

You may see her coy hands in the palanquin,
A joy of a new life.
The veil covers her face-
Beneath it a cocktail of emotions.
She leaves for her man’s home.
The man who would fill her life
With mirth, prosperity and children.
The first few days are bliss.
Both lost in the magical world of love.
Then comes the pain of separation.
She treasures that kiss on her forehead,
Losing herself amidst his family.
She pines for him each day,
Reads his letters many times over.
Her life is a patient wait now.
He comes back again, she renews her pledge
To be his forever. She is in ecstasy.
He adds that completeness into her life.
But rushes back before she could tell it to him.
He risks it all this time.
Her face is all that he can recall
In those final moments.
She shrieks,she breaks apart
Just like those red glass bangles.
Then one fine day, she hears about
The gallantry of her man from “big” people.
Her heart bleeds yet she stands still.
She is someone called……
A war widow.

Comments

Anonymous said…
hey its nice!
Anonymous said…
Very sad, but very nice!!
Hemanth Potluri said…
the wording's were beautiful sis ...but it was very sad...:(..dont know wat else to say but lot of girls out there become window at young age since their husbands sacrifice their life's for the sake of the country...

urs..hemu..
Rià said…
that made me sad....but really well written.
Priya Joyce said…
ahhh...tat ws sad...bt a fact...

very very beautifully written..with subtle expressions :)
deeps said…
me dong much better thanks ...

just wondring if you had someone spl on your mind wen you pord these emotions down here ...!!
Vinz said…
Sad...
But you crafted in a simple way so that the reader too could feel the pain...!!

well written mate...
Thousif Raza said…
i have know words to tell itself mehek, you said a whole story with everything in it in just what 14 lines or so, and that too in a mind blowing manner, awesome is the least i can say really, greatly written :)

take care and keep writing.........
k.ø.c.h.ü said…
n dat was super cool...kudos :)
Nikhil Menon said…
oh maann..amazing..btw,u changed ur name to mehek??din even tell me.. :((((


:(

:(

Love,
Nikhil

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Ekam said…
Beautifully written:(
Anonymous said…
sad.. but very beautiful... :(
Lena said…
that's indeed beautifully written, so full of emotions and so very sad.
Anwesa said…
@meera,
thanks!!!glad to see you here...
Anwesa said…
@indianhomemaker,
thanks!!!!!
Anwesa said…
@hemanth,
thanks for coming!!!

yes,its true. Salutes to the women who stand still while their husbands/sons get the gallantry awards on 26th January....
Anwesa said…
@ria,
thanks dearie!!!!
Anwesa said…
@lil' priya,
thanks!!!!
Anwesa said…
@deeps,
good to know you doing well now..

i was inspired by a picture of broken glass bangles...
Anwesa said…
@vinz,
thank you!!!!!
Anwesa said…
@thousif raza,
thanks a lot!!!! it was great to read your reply...
Anwesa said…
@multimenon,
thanks for the compliment!!!
But I didn't change my name. Raza Thousif calls me Mehek :)
Anwesa said…
@lena,
thanks dear!!!!!
Keshi said…
I feel like a blog widow now :) No one seems to rem me anymore except a very few hehe..but I rem u Anwesa.

TC keep writing
Keshi.
Anwesa said…
@keshi,
:) of course,i remember you dear!!!
you were one the first persons i knew as a blogger.You gave me my first award on blogger and its still there on my blog.

i know u'v taken a break from blogging but your posts are all treasured in the mind of this lil' reader of yours...lov ya...

m still waiting for you to re-join bloggerville...I miss my Keshi :(
Keshi said…
hey Anwesa I know u rem me :) tnxx!

TC n keep writing!
Keshi.
glee said…
this is beautifully written, out from a writer's hand. it makes the reader feel and guess until the last three lines.

I am especially always touched by this subject. It always bring me to tears whenever i read about the story of a hero's surviving family member.

Thank you for you comment on my 55 fiction entry "Last Grip". I'm wondering if you've got entry. :)
Anwesa said…
@gleenn,
thanks for the compliments!!

I guess you've read my entry "It's Dead" on the Colors magazine.
Abhishek Behera said…
i never read anything even close to this... tore me apart into a million pieces!
Anwesa said…
@abhishek sim,
things like this are heart-wrenching.....
this was one of the best i've ever read. I virtually got lost while reading this. beautiful
Anwesa said…
@jogeshwar bhaiyya,

thanks a lot!!!

Its one of my favs too....
Tulika said…
No words...

It captures the agonies of a war widow so intensely.
Anwesa said…
@tulika,
............
............

thanks !
darshan said…
too good.. really captures the agonies of a war widow..!!
Anwesa said…
@darshan,
thanks !

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