A poem to weather uncertain times


Monsoon cloud, haggard, grim,

bereft of rains,

staggers along the sky path-

she is a brutally abused bride,

half burnt and violated-

I wrap my words

with the pallor of her skin-

she looks down,

her sad eyes without kohl

has no more story left-

I breathe a prayer

in ink

to travel far and wide

seeking more prayers…….


Posted for Sanaa’s Midweek Motif ~ Poems to weather uncertain times @ Poets United