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The Touch Of Tears
(8-2-1945 / Gorakhpur)

The Touch Of Tears

Poem By Aline Murray Kilmer

When the morning star,
Sees first sun ray,
And disappears,
In grief and distress,
Gives a parting kiss,
To the nude lady,
Who takes her bath,
Every early morning,
In the sea of fire,
And once again,
Like a virgin in tact,
Likes a teen-aged beauty,
Flying high in sky,
The fine wet grass,
Licking milky foot,
Ask birds to rise,
And sing their song,
Asks flowers and buds,
To change night suits,
And moves to the bank,
And sits nimble footed,
Partly on the earth,
And partly in river,
A cold, pleasant wind,
And the swinging trees,
Having watched this porn,
Smile and discuss,
The body of the lady,
And a naughty blow,
Pulls the shying buds
In the cover of leaves,
And kisses their petals,
The sunflower rises,
And turns his face,
Towards the sun,
For a new warm-up,
And somewhere far,
A boy with animals,
All domestic,
And romantic,
With a watching dog,
Plays the bamboo pipe,
Fishermen with the nets,
Start their fishing,
I find everyone,
So happy and enjoying,
The gift of life.

On the bank but other,
Other side of river,
I see someone,
A girl of sixteen,
Seventeen or so,
In a white dressing,
No smile on her face,
Undressed long hair,
Wearing no jewelry,
Looking motionless,
Starring in space.
Somebody told me,
A widow is she,
Only after one month,
After her marriage,
Her spouse was killed,
In a deadly war,
Futile and fruitless.

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This is my favorite poem sir! My great pleasure reading this beautiful poem repeatedly to my utmost satisfaction!
The superb imagery coupled with wonderful words and thoughts transport a reader to a different time and place and made him /her a witness of a beautiful scene. Yet, the poignancy of this write made us feel the hurt and longings of a teen aged widow. War will drastically change a beautiful life into loneliness and meaningless life. A deeply moving and touching poem.
A fascinating piece of works sir! I get enormous pleasure in reading this magnificent poem time and again!
War and its worst effect. Young war widows could be a national pride but at whose loss that pride succeeds? . Life is cruel indeed. You build up the dual contrasting images much poetically in the poem 10+
magnificent read.........................