Widow’d

If I were a child ,

They would say ,

You became a star –

My guardian angel ;

Did you dear ?

Then it must have been you

Who haven’t let me die !

Do you still hover around ?

And see me cook your favourites ;

And , spoil the others

The moment I turn back ?

Or is it I can’t cook any more ?

Dear , won’t you ever come back ,

And , while leaving for work ,

Lovingly linger at the door ?

Won’t you come home to me , anymore ?

- Amrita Sarkar. 
  Written on 21: 01: 07
   Published in The Assam Tribune on 12: 05: 07