Poem #2: In a house, not a homeAuthor - Jigyasa Srivastava / October 30, 2023 What if you tie the knot and the next day, your world says goodbye forever? A haunting nightmare, I know. That’s what I thought.Here’s a bride, whose husband died. Her world has fallen apart, and like the poles of our planet, it’s forever dark in her life. Widow before a bride,There, sorrows reside.Heart is filled till its core,Sweetest fruits taste sour. It’s a house, not a home.Outside warm, here cold. She’d pick the pieces,Of blood and curses.Raining all the way around,A corner, she’s bound. Live and die, on the poles.The sun never rises anymore. Note: The write-up is solely written my me, Jigyasa.