A Woman’s Day

 

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“What a difference a day makes
Twenty-four little hours
Brought the sun and the flowers
Where there used to be rain

My yesterday was blue, dear
Today I’m part of you, dear
My lonely nights are through, dear
Since you said you were mine

What a difference a day makes
There’s a rainbow before me
Skies above can’t be stormy
Since that moment of bliss, that thrilling kiss

It’s heaven when you
Find romance on your menu
What a difference a day makes
And the difference is you

What a difference a day makes
There’s a rainbow before me
Skies above can’t be stormy
Since that moment of bliss, that thrilling kiss

It’s heaven when you
Find romance on your menu
What a difference a day makes
And the difference is you”—Maria Grever & Stanley Adams

 

Now,

at this very moment

I am thinking of her

who lost her husband,

a renowned singer*

in a road accident yesterday.

“What a diff’rence a day makes

Twenty-four little hours….”

He was only forty seven

and father of a six year old

girl.

In a green sari,

stunned, she stands

in disbelief,

beside the bed

Where lies he

among wreathes

and grieving followers.

Could we see her heart

now a stormy sea

where floated he

in waves of memories

upon brine water

that would not roll down her cheeks

but vaporize in the flame of grief?

“What a difference a day makes

And the difference is you.”

She stood firm.

Composed.

Resilience, thy name is Woman.

 

 

*Kalika Prasad Bhattacharya was a singer, researcher and a legendary exponent of Bengal’s folk heritage. He was killed yesterday in a car accident. Here in Bengal we are all heartbroken.

 

Posted for  Sumana’s Midweek Motif ~ Be Bold For Change @ Poets United

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17 thoughts on “A Woman’s Day

  1. So very sad. I can see everyone is devastated. Women are indeed resilience. We weather unfathomable losses, yet keep on nurturing,giving, loving, enduring . And, at times, when our spirits rise, we are mighty. This is a beautiful tribute, Sumana.

  2. So fragile and fleeting is life! You’ve captured life’s fragility and brevity in your poem, along with the pain that the bereaved feel.

  3. I used to dance to that song in my teens! And very romantic we thought it. Now you charge it with a different meaning, and your own words are even more beautiful. How sad for all concerned – and how moving her dignity, as you describe.

  4. It is true, death takes us by the throat, throws us down, stomps us, leaves us weary. Yet, it is also an opportunity, and in the end, we know more than we did before. We will be stronger and deeper. I am so sorry for her, and for him, a life cut short, too short.

  5. Powerful and so terribly sad. A strong reminder to embrace every day with those we love. So difficult to face such an unexpected loss. Prefacing your words with the lyrics made them all the more poignant. Thank you.

  6. This is so very sad, Sumana. True how a day can make a lot of difference…we never know whether it will bring good things or not so good. He died way too young. Yes, women are many times resilient. (You know that.) But the pain of loss is deep, though there is most often a bounce back!

  7. My condolences to you, Sumana and to everyone, in Bengal, on this sudden loss, of an iconic poet.May his words live on, through his daughter, as she grows older. and find her voice, to speak out, on justice, love, and heritage

Thank You :)

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