The only thing which is left with me,
the only thing which i always stare and see,
is that long, once sharp, rusty knife,
which he used to kill my wife.
i still remember that picture in my mind,
which always make me go blind,
my wife in the pool of blood,
my child crying and flowing tears flood.
That was the day i lost my spouse,
and this is the day i am loosing my house,
they are taking it all away from me,
even the broken mirror i used to see.
this was the mirror which she bought,
it was one of her memories that i had got,
in front of that mirror for long, i used to sit,
i used to see her reflection in it.
but now i am all alone,
as my only child has also gone,
he has become wise and old,
my old pocket watch is the last thing he sold.
he sold it for his girl friend's gift,
this is how the feelings have made a shift,
she gifted me this on my birthday,
and now my own child has sold it away.
they have sealed my house with a red seal,
the redness of it again made me to feel,
about the red ribbon which she used to tie,
when her cascade of hairs used to fly.
now i pretend to pack my empty suitcase
starting my journey to that unknown place,
where i can sit and think about my wife,
where i can again stare to that rusty knife
but for the the time being and for a while,
as i am going to start my journey of unknown miles
i have kept in my pocket that rusty knife,
as it is the only left memory of my dear wife.
