In this poem, I’m telling the world how a wife feels when she’s lost her husband who was the universe to her.

Just a handful of dust
the lost sight of eyes
a dwindled flower
which lost its color and fragrance
a ruined patch of land
a barren field of decay
my face has been mutilated
my body left to rot till eternity
my soul lost in the cosmic grid.

Look at your beloved but
in your elation don’t think
nobody is watching you.

I did not fall off the bed.
Only You winked at me?

………in my heart lives
my beloved.

Swooning lovers.

I do not allow myself vain regrets or foreboding.

What evidence can you give?

Lovers Hearts.

Your loss was immense.