Grey Thoughts

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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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