Painted White

Days in the rain,
Windy and gusty,
Lone by the river,
She stood still...

Awaiting, Sighing..
Teary Eyed...
She looked around
For her holding ground....

Where art he,
I must wait and see.
Till I die,
In this very soil...

Married she was,
But unmarried she remained,
A Million tears
Her 'Sole' Soul she feared....

Will he be back,
Or would she be painted white,
Trains passing by,
Her dupatta flying high....

Should I die , Should i not,
I love him, We have tied a knot
Her heavy breath tore the silence,
Countless memories filled in a second,

His death is her victory
Her life is his present,
He is never to return,
But galiantly she will shoulder
His seeds she will water,
Into another brave soldier...