A Soldier’s Wife
Time seems to stay frozen
the clock ticking neither forward nor back,
obstinate moments stretch for all they are worth
challenging the threshold’s of her heart’s agony,
and she, so caught in a plethora of emotions
stands deserted by words and even tears.
How daunting is this weightless web of silence
that envelops her as she bids him a farewell,
a forced smile, her parting gift to him
to carry along as he traverses treacherous lands,
while promises, so conditional, cower in a corner
daring neither to be demanded nor bestowed.
She holds him close for one last time
searching for that long lost tenderness,
in his heart so calloused by witnessing human strife
by being a puppet in the machinations of greedy minds,
when he chose to toss his youth to the flames
to let his nation rest safely on his strong shoulders.
She looks at him walking away with pride
after granting a few snippets of color to shade her blank life,
while she reminisces each and every moment they spent together
when she could afford to dream of spring’s flowers,
and then remains shackled to those memories in an empty house
accompanied only by his lingering scent.
©2016 Anjana Vipin E