The Isolated Hand

She walked down the bucolic lane,
Searching for someone known
Amongst all the faces that
Appeared so familiar and amiable!
Widowed mother of a single son,
She awaited the day he would return
Little did she know, fate would afflict
and obsess her with decrepitude!

Enthralled in apprehended despondency,
Fatigued by cognizant strangers,
Unable to acquaint herself to this jinx,
She questioned the omnipotent "WHY"
The earth dint shake,
The heavens dint cry!

Lost was the prerogative of living,
Her crippled heart sought liberation
From her incapacitated bosom,
As she listlessly limped through
Her pupils blemished with pages from the past,
The sanctity when she saw him last!

Her tussle for existence has always been tough,
To the war of independence she lost her love!
Pristine and immaculate, her taintless feelings remained,
When she meditated to foster her child alone.

Walking along the devoid lane,
The one that led to the bridge
Over-looking the expressway,
She wished to abdicate her verve!
Prayed to her lord for one last time,
To aid her in the fall.
A distant clamor infiltrated her exsiccated ears,
Sounds of roaring engines,
Gun-fires and howls of men!
A long line of advancing trucks,
Caught her dissolving sight!

The war had ceased,
The exultant combatants were returning,
Families and friends awaited them
At the Central Alley of the township!
Like the aroma that spreads,
Every time the tear drops of heaven
Cuddle the withered soil,
A flicker of reverie emanated.
She headed for the gathering,
The images of her son,
Painted in her mind!