A Tragedienne in the real Theatre

With her seven children (Except the eldest who was stillborn) she struggles by the road to success.
Her beloved husband was a missing in action and still she believes he would have come home one day with his old rusty gun and the puffy epaulettes & stars.
If the opaque curtain is lowered, dear spectator please do not think the drama is over,
Yet the act goes on without the audience.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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