A stern face, confident eyes,
A poised gait and mature look.
Expressions were a miss,
Making her look like ice.
.
She was alone at home,
Her family unknown.
She was blamed by some,
For living alone at home.
.
Does she possess a heart?
Wondered the onlookers.
Some thought she had a heart,
Made of steel, that never hurts.
.
One crisp winter morning,
Changed the perceptions.
As the sky was drizzling,
And the doorbells ringing.
.
A sound that she awaited,
For months together.
A call that she yearned,
To ring in her ears.
.
She let a gasp of despair,
As two boxes welcomed her.
The inscriptions on the boxes,
Made her weaker than ever.
.
The two men who loved her,
And whom she loved the most,
Lay in those boxes
Wrapped in the tricolour.
.
She let out a cry,
A cry that deafened the sky,
A cry that broke the hearts,
Of everyone who had one.
.
Her heart of steel wasn’t strong
To bear the pain of death.
The boxes broke the strong heart
And shattered it into pieces.
Kirti V
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Such a beautiful, moving poem, Kirti. I salute the mothers ( and families) of the brave hearts.
💚💚thank you dear
Poignant one
Thank you ma’am
Heartwarming. Love it.💚
Thank you sweetie
So sad
Thank you for reading ma’am.. Agree the fact that it’s too sad…
Heartwarming!💚
Thank you 💚💚
So poignant. Beautiful piece of writing
Thank you Sheetal💚💚
A very moving poem.
Thank you Sai
Poignant piece, so beautifully written!
Thank you Nitika 💚
Deeply moving, profound it’s tends the heart . Amazing.
Thank you Mumtaz