Adagio – II

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this woman I met
she wed a married man
unaware of his shadowy lies
one day he left her
with but a letter
my dear

this woman i met
she planted the seed of a man
a father of two
his wife with kids had packed and gone
for what use be of a penniless warp ?
a freak car accident, crash landed him
30 feet down a bridge, on a dry riverbed
disabled for life, abled for a potent job

this woman and her child, I met
In a coastal village of Goa
the locals whisper
“whore and her son, no tag”

“dirty dirty”
her son exclaims as he shows me
his hands smeared with sand
he loves to play on the beach

this woman i met
I’ll meet her again

8 thoughts on “Adagio – II

  1. the ‘my dear’ line is a perfect end for that part

    the irony of the transitional lines between the 3rd and 4th stanzas, the different connotation of dirty the kid has, as compared the so-called ‘adults’ of the village, I love that!

  2. Mistakes are made. Woman pay the price of the greed of man. A wise man can see beauty in a hard life and be kind. I like the story in the poem and the ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.

    • This poetry has been with me for over 2 years now and I have revised it a countless times to not allow a speck of dirt or doubt in my reader’s mind about this woman. Thank you John. I really appreciate it

    • Thank you Elettra, My poems are getting into a bad addiction for your comments. They feel worthy of their presence.
      Goa does that to you. That is why I have to go there once every 2 months. Goa is 11 hour car drive from my hometown Mumbai.
      I did meet her again🙂

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