Mom, After Dad

By Rahul Kumar

Half of her was gone with him,

She didn’t have any choice but to live with the half and for the half.

Half of her smile, full of her heart,

Half of her ornament, full of her bride,

Half of her colourful life, full of her vermilion hive.

The parched lips, blank nails,

Empty hands but the tears trail.

Half of her food bites, full of her family rights,

Half of her festival light, full of her joyful sight,

Half of her cheerful sunlight, full of her peaceful night.

Half of her was gone with him,

  She didn’t have any choice but to live with the half and for the half.

By Rahul Kumar