By Gladwin George
The bells tolled intermittently;
tilak smeared on foreheads,
All sprawling to the Divine in Unconditional humility!!
She stood like a statue, her tears oozed out slowly,
staring at the deity blankly;
it`s been three days past-
the periods haven`t signalled;
“Please don`t, don`t”-she recalled
her words to him, though she desired then-
The dawn of reality now, shaken and shriveled,
she whispered “I’m a woman, too, like you,
.. begging not to shred my dignity”-hands folded.
The one standing near her- in dire contrast- eyes solemnly,
but staunchly fixed- dry not wet; for half a decade,
Her footprints etched on the carved stones,
on the same day each month, to miss the Signal,
to feel the sprouting of the seed within, but in vain!!!