The Safety Valve of the Heart-W

A woman in rags with beautiful skin Rusticity seen all over looking for a job To her the village sky was too small to win She wanted to soar in a city sky to probe. Moved to the city in one-room apartment With her husband & daughter with wishes. After some years the life gave a good start, But her husband was attacked by paralysis. Lying in a broken bed numb as a wound She shed me deforming tiles of the rooms. A life’s funeral procession was on its round The man who loved her tore her to pieces. She was still a beauty, accepted another He made her laugh till she with joy me recall I gave her the feelings of a summer shower She was happy that I was at her beck and call. As the time passed when her beauty faded Embellishing her neck and wrists with jewels Used rouge, kohl and hair artfully combed No semblance of the beauty she was, Alas! Heard the heavy steps on stairs in the night Leading but to the bedroom of her daughter I ran to help, heart torn, killed him with spite Again cure for her was my salty taste and sweat. I'm tear, multi-faceted emotions of heart much stressed By happiness, grief, and pain when they are in excess. Dr. Ram Mehta ============================== Tenth place win in: Contest: Personify a tear sponsored by HGarvey Daniel Esquire