I am a widower, they say
My sufferings had no pathos
as my smile had masked my sorrow
I am a widower, of a different kind
During the nuptial night
Love, you’ve trampled me
Your kiss on my lips bruised us
And, I remain a virgin until this time
Oh, this dark night brings
At my door steps those moments
That brought a rainbow on my sky
Which I thought was mine too
But now, I have no rainbows
Nor the clouds and the sky
The colors have now faded
For, I am a widower of a different
kind.
Copyright @Ajay Pai 2017
Image Courtesy : AJ's personal archive
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