Poem by S. L. Peeran
I in desolation
My soul mate. my best half
Evaporated like a thin air,
Like sudden electric failure
And like withdrawal of all pleasures
Leaving me in total darkness
Now eighteen months
Leaving me in stupor
Her fresh green memory
Haunting me day and night
Let heaven sweep me
From the floor of this benign Earth
And lay me besides her.
Let me join her in ethereal world
And get relieved from the rigmarole of life
“Frailty is the name of the women”
Delicate and brittle like glass.
O my best half descend down
And take me with you in your arms.