Blood and Tears

The sense of loss

Upon this isle of mist and sorrow
Misfortune lies upon the morrow.
A fall, a death or a nasty scar
A loss of love to joy mar.

Living in fear, crying in vain
Are the things that plague my brain.
For in truth, I am a shadow
Wailing like a broken widow.

I lift a hand and wipe my tears
Ah, I think, the pain – it sears.

As I lie awake at night,
The sorry past does cloud my sight.
Every time I hear her name,
I look down with the weight of shame.

My emotions are in ceaseless flight
Far ahead I see the light.
As the purpose of my life does fail
All shall hear the mother's wail.

Gaurav Khatri

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