HER WEDDING RING
A little girl of four giggles as she runs
Away from the six - year old boy as he
Chases her down the warm, bricked halls
Their faces lit with innocence and chastitiy.
The girl, now seven sobs as she watches
The lad kick her bicycle with his might
As she holds in awe, seeing a horror sight.
She, now ten, plans their future in the sand
As they build castles together at the beach
The twelve-year-old boy laughs as he dangles ,
Her object of affection was just out of her reach..
The teen at sixteen, blushes a deep scarlet
As her hand brushes against his as they walk,
Down the winding path away from their childhood,
Their petty gossips now replaced by an awkward small talk.
The young woman, just eighteen, waves goodbye,
To her hero in the uniform, crisp and clean
Whispering "no matter ho far they pull you away"
"Be like the ocean ; always come back to me."
She bids adeiu to the life she knew
As it boards the whistling train with him
The waging war was slowly breaking apart
A lady at twenty, she threw a fistful of soil
Over his coffin as it was lowered six feet deep,
The flag of victory was waved over his lifeless body
As countless boys like him were put to sleep..
The memories came in her mind, somewhat rushed,
Their carefree laughter was never heard again
The rain stuck the black satin toh her skin
Her teeth drenched, her soul screaming in pain...
Back home, she ran her hands through the fabric
Inhaling his scent from the military jacket
When all too soon she hit a lump over the buttons
And curled her fingers around the object in his pocket..
Her tears ceased as she fell to her knees,
Grief wiped, her heart numb she barely felt a thing
And she cradled his parting gift in her hands
A box lined with velvet and her wedding ring....
- GAURAV
