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I can still hear her cheerful laughter,
Behind the curtains of those windows,
A place, we had lovingly called our home,
Peek as she would, shy; to work as I drove.
As the day passed, and dusk would arrive,
Her eyes would search the lanes below,
Eager, nervous, expecting and anxious,
For her husband, me; to be back home.
Our world was special, filled with love,
Everyday so full of smiles and memories,
Days turned to night and again day,
These windows, a witness; told our stories.
Then one day destiny played its dirty trick,
Our joys it so envied,
Snatched her away to the other side,
Hollow place now left; to let, emptied.
Copyright 2014 © Nandini Deka
Poor thing! But life must go on! Wonderful take Nandini!
ReplyDeleteHank
yea, life must go on and it does..thanks! :-)
DeleteMemories can be so very heart-wrenching. Very nice, Nandini.
ReplyDeletethanks for reading @Lynette
DeleteWindows telling stories... if only, huh?
ReplyDeletethey do tell...every window has a story to tell :-)
DeleteSuch sorrow behing those walls. Well spun.
ReplyDeleteVery nicely done, heartbreaking and heartfelt. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeletethanks a lot @Mystic_Mom
DeleteMemory can hurt...but with no reviewing them there are no new story. ~ Touching poem.
ReplyDeleteyeah you're right! thanks :-)
Deletevery well done- so very sad.
ReplyDeletethanks dear :-)
DeleteLife has a way of twisting and turning, and often leaving people behind. Sadness and reality. Nicely said.
ReplyDeletethanks @Ginny :-)
DeleteLovely and sad.
ReplyDeletethanks for reading :-)
DeleteVery sad Nandine
ReplyDeleteawww ... you words are so beautiful.. touching
ReplyDeletethanks @Rajlakshmi :-)
DeleteSad ... the end of a loving relationship and moving on ...
ReplyDeleteyes, we have to move on --- thats life, thanks :-)
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DeleteNice one!
ReplyDeletethank you @Beloo
DeleteSo very sad...
ReplyDeleteloved the prompt @Tess
DeleteSad and yet it was the inevitable conclusion to the work; knowing it would happen we were still drawn along to the end.
ReplyDeleteThis is just a perfect example of how our memories let those passing on, to linger in our thoughts. Pretty, deeply moving, magpie.
ReplyDeleteWow my mag took a similar path..this was great!
ReplyDeletethats cool...keep writing :-)
Deleteyou so caught the story waiting to be told.... amazing how a person can have an affect on others....
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