Behind your intoxicating eyes,
Which injure in a jiffy
A bird
Lost in reverie,
I can see the dripping grief.
Your trusted life-partner
Hurled you away
In this alluring world
And at once
Your bond with him
Withered out..
“Who is to blame?”
Is a vain question.
The monsoon rain will not come
To douse the blaze in your body.
False sympathy
Deceptive reassurances
Will not stop
Your futile struggle.
At least
Do not target
Some innocent, unblemished bird.
Because –
His hen-sparrow will be sitting
In the nest
And waiting for him.
- UDDHAV BHAIWAL

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