SHORT STORY | A Widow’s Song by Jayati Roy

More Oh hear my song, You mighty waves, Do you hear my pain? Blistered lips quivering, The disconsolate widow sings.   Her voice, caressing the breeze, She writhes, Anguish in every vein, Bidding him goodbye; his last goodbye, As the seagulls coo in vain.   The garlands, red and yellow, Mashed, withered and mellow, Drifting … Continue reading SHORT STORY | A Widow’s Song by Jayati Roy