HER UNWANTED LULLABIES

No more festivals in her life
and no more celebrations
No more lullabies in her life
all a burden to her.
No more Gods in her life
and no more temples
the vey thought of God
irritates her
and no more prayers.
No more frocks to purchase
those pretty frocks already purchased
for her beloved babe,
given away to kids in orphanage.
Since her childhood
she loved songs
breathed songs
sang songs, all melodious
for herself
for others
for all and for her angel
since her birth.
Now she hates to sing
yet she sings
all with mechanical overtones.
Loneliness was her proclaimed
enemy once,
she always wanted company
of her beloved
since her little cute babe
left her
she learnt to live-in
the island of memories
and recalled
the pranks of her
little kid, her innocent smiles
her little, little songs.
Now she kisses her
memories
scents her memories
scents her presence
in the lonely moments of
night.
The kisses,
the caresses
the fondling
all to the fond
memories of her little angel.