Pining
A gentle breeze rustles the leaves
the moon shines on the bamboo grove
Inside the house the widow grieves
for he is gone her one true love.
Now she is old and wields no power
her sons will rule .She must obey.
soon she will wither like a flower
from whom the sun is kept away.
Without her lord she does not care
without his presence she will die
A widows life is hard to bear
the whole day long to pine and sigh
A faded husk ,an empty shell
the fierceness of her spirit quelled.
She will not live to see the spring
without her love she has nothing.
Jun 2004
A gentle breeze rustles the leaves
the moon shines on the bamboo grove
Inside the house the widow grieves
for he is gone her one true love.
Now she is old and wields no power
her sons will rule .She must obey.
soon she will wither like a flower
from whom the sun is kept away.
Without her lord she does not care
without his presence she will die
A widows life is hard to bear
the whole day long to pine and sigh
A faded husk ,an empty shell
the fierceness of her spirit quelled.
She will not live to see the spring
without her love she has nothing.
Jun 2004


