At sixty-five years of age, with silver-greying hair,
She sits on her cozy brown-leathered arm-chair;
she closes her eyes and drifts back in time, to ponder over the past, and think,
about all the things that aren’t, but could have been…
The pages of the past unfold and there she stands-
a God gifted brain, good education, and her future in her hands.
If only she had listened to her heart telling her to be a poetess, to write,
her life wouldn’t have been as dull as it is today, but beautiful and bright!
We step a little forward and skip a few years,
and there we see her, beaming in the arms of a man that’s only hers.
If only she had listened to her heart and not cared about what people would’ve said,
she’d have married her first and last love; not to the wrong man be wed!
And then in her middle age, we find her with a frown on her forehead,
she looks like one who’s gone a vale down in sorrow- a failed, continuing marriage, and an unshared bed.
If only she had listened to her heart, left him and lived a life without stress,
she wouldn’t have spent her life in nostalgia and heartache, longing for her soul mate’s caress…
And now as she opens her aged eyes, the sunlight pouring in to soothe her face,
the leaves of the past have dried up, desires down in ashes, but she still has her grace…
If only she had listened to her heart and done the things she wanted, she would have been happy she reflects,
for though she had all material luxuries in life, she lived it all in regret… all in regret…
© Isha Garg
Doodle by Isha Garg