This poem is the result of an inspiration that struck me, all of a sudden. The media attached was the first glimmer of that inspiration. Unfortunately, I don’t know whose artwork is this. Anyhow, Second and the clear hint of inspiration that hit me to write this poem was a news article published on 15 Jan, 2014 in The Telegraph. It was about those love letters written during First World War from the trenches. The letter written by Gunner Wilfred Cove to his wife Ethel Cove caught my attention and then this poem happened. He wrote the letter to assure his wife that soon he would joing her & their daughters but he died while fighting. However, the details given are poetic expressions to better explain the situation.
Leaning mutely on a discoloured wall of her battered room
Pallid, mourning, she was a living picture of imploding doom
Another evening befalls, says, lone window of her room ajar
Heralding disquiet, moonshine and whiffs of smoke from afar
Web of loneliness coiled around her heart is a sadist tyrant
Volley of anguish wrecking her equanimity is rashly violent
She feels, at that moment, time has stalled its foward march
Goddess of despair has unleashed the torrent of thoughts harsh
Rereading his last love letter summons the devils of ravaging pain
Blaze of gloom melds her inwardly yet her eyes constantly rain
Tragedy has seized the reins, made the letter last memory of love
Fall surmounted ascent, adversity befell from the heavens above
For their affections deep; distance was, once, a scary alien pit
Tacitly transformed into a daily apocalypse, tearing bit by bit
Wounded and woebegone, she reminisced their glorious time together
Evening Tea, Night walks, Morning kisses with those smiles tender
In the trance of merry days, touching the creased paper, wishfully
Cajoling lost happiness, she whispers to her heart, somberly
“The touch of his fingers still breathing in every word, steadily..
The rich husk of his voice still booming in sentences, rhythmically..
His scent still turns alive when my lips caress endearments, dearly..
His face still peeks from every promise of returning back, sincerely..
How these fading words of the last love letter be turned into my reality?
How the unkind wheels of time be reversed to rewrite the killer destiny?
How the wretced trap of death be undone to erase the undue cruelty?
How my slowly withering soul be united to his departed soul till eternity?”