In my deep grief…
I tried to put my pain into words
But no sentences formed, no rhythm matched
I threw the pen dejected
And thought my grief is of no use but to cry…

In my deep grief…
I watched the beautiful painting on the wall…
Related all the colors to my tragedy, unwittingly…
And destroyed the innocence,
Loveliness of the painting
And thought my pain is of no use but to destroy…

In my deep grief…
I watched the birds flying,
The river flowing…
And thought someday they will face the same grief as mine
And will lose all their beauty..
I got angry at myself
And thought my grief is of no use but to feel jealous…

In my grief…
I listened to the song which always made me happy
But the grief changed its
Meaning and made that song sad for me…
I threw my earphones away and thought
My grief is of no use but to scatter itself everywhere…

Ashwini
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