The light

By and by

The light flickered;

Dusk lingered,

(A waning spirit)

And finally,

The sinister night

Claimed

The vast expanse

With

Sudden, swift

Descent of clouds.

Words of

Her sainted nanny

Rained down,

“Don’t you be forgetting

Your umbrella”

As she kept moving

Homewards,

Tired and exhausted.

War had taught her

To feel the rain.

To toil.

For survival.

To Fight back.

Just like the

Rays of dawn.

To wear

The

Battered

And

Soiled

Hem of

Her dress

With pride.

And to bury

The dead memories.

War had taught her

That

Life

Goes on.

Despite

The

Bruises,

Scars

And

Wounds.

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