By Abha Das Sarma
PROMPT—During Covid-19 ...
She had waited for this very moment
Rising heartbeat and racing expectation
Now would be, the end
Of obscured nights, wet pillows
And lives split,
It neared, circling endlessly
Or so it seemed, the final struggle
A Thud, sudden cries
All sounds numbed, all still, like
The fan continuing to run
In a room, emptied long before,
The split, now made permanent
Faith transformed, a wait that would not end
As I watched, from the corner of my eye
For her to move, I could find, on her cheek
A tear, that had dried.
Abha Das Sarma is an Indian writer with a blog of over 200 poems. An engineer and management consultant by profession, she is passionate about writing. Her poems have appeared in the Spring 2020 Issue of Muddy River Poetry Review. Having spent her growing up years in small towns of northern India, currently she lives in Bangalore with her scientist husband.