DC (10.11.1969 / Chennai)


She rests so softly in that seat;
Her heart searing with pain.
Grief haunts her every thought with loss
As the sky floods in rain.

“Take me to a distant place
Where I may ache alone.
My warmth has died an awful death;
Tonight I must atone.”

Her driver drove a darkened trail
Through a nocturnal lane.
The somber oak upon the trees
Made her eyes throb in pain.

The forest’s vision marked her hard
With its inhuman eye.
It knew her predetermined course:
A death she can’t defy.

“Let up the brakes! My spouse awaits.”
She gaited from her ride.
The twilight sharpened by the moon
Let loose a lustrous tide.

“My husband! Please forgive my fault.
She holds my spite, not you.
Tonight we will sleep together;
Your amour is overdue.”

The gleaming stars spiked her dull blade;
Her veins intense with thrill.
She grazed her neck and ruby red
Began to slowly spill.

Her comely face veiled many lies
And no man would assume
That this young widow held inside
An infant in her womb.

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