There, she put out those clothes to dry again,
Been washing, drying, repeating; since last years, so many.
Oh! How do I tell her, don’t waste time; its futile,
But would she believe, ever a word of mine?
Others tried, they gave up; I’m too on the verge of it,
Pains though to see this routine of hers; so often, a repeat.
Will she ever accept, her martyred son whose clothes they are,
Is alive no more; who would return never?!
This post is for Magpie Tales 252
Copyright 2015 © Nandini Deka
to cope with grief with mundane tasks however futile..i get that...sad though..xx
ReplyDeleteCoping with grief is never easy.
ReplyDeleteOh deary me, I do feel for her!
ReplyDeleteVery touching.
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ReplyDeleteAn interesting take on the prompt. A good one though:)
ReplyDeletethanks a lot @everyone :-)
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