Without His Wife

Man sitting on a bench under a tree

He’s 75,
With a shaky voice,
wrinkled face,
flushed eyes.
He Lives his life,
in memories
of someone,
He loved.
in a time,
when it was delightful,
to describe
how he looked like.
His trembling feet,
A lousy heartbeat,
and blurred sight,
do not give up.
for someone,
He spent his life,
who is no more,
by his side.
He’s 75,
without his wife,
but with her love,
he is alive.



23 Comments Add yours

    1. Thank You so much…!!! 🙂

  1. rosemawrites says:

    oh geez. this is painful yet beautifully written. Those last four lines clenches the heart.

    1. Thankyou so much for going by my blog..!!! 🙂

      1. rosemawrites says:

        it is my pleasure. you write well. 🙂

  2. Alas!

    Love is a mystery!

    Nothing n everything! (Not so fair)

    1. Love is beautiful and mysterious as nature. Its a source of Life. 🙂

    1. Thank you dear..!!! 🙂

  3. Stacey says:

    Gorgeous 🙂

  4. amazingishi says:


    1. Thank you ishika for your nice comment 😦

      1. amazingishi says:

        smile buddy… sad kyu?

        1. It was by mistake…!! I am happy !! 🙂

          1. amazingishi says:


  5. Thank you ishika for your nice comment 🙂

  6. Akshat Jain says:

    Beautiful composition!

  7. inaloveworld says:

    “He’s 75,/ without his wife,/ but with her love,/ he is alive.” It is wonderful written! “Where love rules, there is no will to power”, because love is everything and can rule the whole world. Thank you for sharing!

    1. I am really glad you liked it 🙂

  8. alienpoet says:

    very beautiful poem

    1. Thank you so much for liking it.

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