Nature altered. After rainbow milky white cloud has come.

The pious red which adorned the forehead can't be traced.

The nails till yesterday satiated with paints now starve for a droplet.

The shiny circles and everything which vowed of a 'happy marriage'

Have departed with the dear.

She finds herself alone in the boat.

With her son, feeling helpless, she still propels forward.

In the vast, unlimited sea where his company was supposed.

The tears of her relatives are true but temporary.

Nothing will be up to scratch

If she doesn't get strong and get going.

Alas! People can be so cruel. But her love

For his last reflection overcomes heartless words

"Look at her she is more free after her husband's death."

Being independent - was never her way. Needed

Him even to the grocery - was her way to affectionate.

A patriarchal homemaker, the Gulliver and the Lilliputian-

The difference was by choice.

She was an Indian wife for whom he was God.

I salute the Superhero, the Supermom, her never tiring power,

Her sleepless nights remembering him, making 

Obedient promises I will take care of him.

Her little one too is a magician. Right?

If not how can her hopeless sleep

Transform into sleepless hope

Just with his single smile.

There, in the sea, is one similar boat.

But there a father mourns.

Can't the contents be transferred to a single boat.

Because when broken hearts meet

Even if they don't complete,

Are cemented at least.