Broken Bangles, shattered dreams

I try to find the missing pieces of what is left of me
Lost, isolated, mortified in this prison of grief
No words, person or system to provide me any form of relief

Blamed for something that was destiny’s game
I am convicted of bringing agony and shame
Shame to those who don’t even know what it feels to live under the shadow
Who don’t even feel the pain of being called a ‘Widow”
Poem by: Shubhangini Shah

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