Just wind; river and moon!

In a small town;

in the country side;

after dark;

after sleep has taken its toll;

In the silence of the night;

by the dark window;

sits a young widow;

with a twinkle in her eye;

calling out to the stars;

with her soothing smile;

looking up to the sky;

as her hair;

take to the air;

a serene beauty;

she does not object;

she does not

run a finger through them;

she closes her eyes;

lets the gentle wind;

feels the breeze;

livening up her smile.

I seat in shadow;

of a tree;

bewitched;

fixed in my gaze;

she served me all morning;

and never did I

see the person;

behind those rough hands;

rough by her karma;

the mundane house work;

fourteen hours behind curtains;

the unbreakable prison;

the invisible chains;

the prison of clothes;

the chains of traditions;

slave by day;

night is hers;

freedom she seeks;

freedom to feel;

just nature;

no lust;

no love;

just wind, river and moon!

that’s all;

what made her smile;

her smile!

Dancing in moon light;

singing all alone

to herself;

till the crack of dawn;

she smiled away;

and then

the prison;

the chains;

recaptured her;

resting her spirit;

she went on working;

working all the day;

serving;

not uttering a word;

that sweet voice;

was lost by day;

I

nor the hero;

neither the villain;

but a mere spectator;

each night;

each day;

and the days to come

and nights to come……..

Just wind; river and moon!