A Patriot's Widow Tells Her Tale
/My only son has gone abroad
So that our living he could afford
The lonely hut is like a body without soul
Still mortgaged are walls, pillars and pole
His father - a patriot and partially my partner
Lived for motherland, deserted me earlier
The voices of agents and makers of nation
Consoled my tears with promises of ration
Few months were thankful I utterly assent
Misfortunes afterwards shameful to present
Lecherous and devils round in all directions
Ravishing your chastity be what in relations
A widow with an infant to exist and nourish
Molested severely by whom you can't punish
Scars on the breast and conscience unhealed
Frequently remind me the torments concealed
My grownup replica, driven by unemployment
Is collecting riyals to remittance supplement
Smile of my grandson, solitude of his mom
Inquire his arrival " when papa will come?"
A speechless grandma" how long she lies?"
To cover the wretchedness in tearful eyes
By Dipesh Kumar Bhagat
From: Nepal
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