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COMING TO TERMS by Shernaz Wadia


Coming to Terms

“Around here, he took his last breath”

said her uniformed companion 

and retreated.

 

the emptiness

of a horrifying decade

ambushed her…

 

slowly, softly 

grief - pain - anger flowed

wet the soil drenched by his blood 

 

Spent, empty, she looked up 

 

a glance met hers on

the searing line of loss

two sons dead 

two mothers mourning

 

understanding crossed the border

barbed wires became

loops of compassion

two knowing hearts wordlessly

sealed a bond of forgiveness



Shernaz Wadia is a retired teacher now living in Pune, India.  Reading and writing poems, has been one of the means for her to embark on an inward journey. She hopes her words will bring peace, hope and light into dark corners. Her poems have been published in many Indian and international e-journals and anthologies. She has published her own book of poems "Whispers of the Soul" and two volumes of "Tapestry Poetry - A Fusion of Two Minds" with her poetry partner Avril Meallem from Israel. Find out more about her poetry here. 


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  1. S TApril 17, 2021 at 8:01 AM

    Poignant, emotive, with a desire, an eternal hope of a more compassionate world! Deeply moving tale of loss, forgiveness, compassion!

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