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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