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Raising of the widow’s Son
Raising of the widow’s Son
She felt like a dying solitary tree in an abandoned land
When death showed up at her doorstep like a thunder
Killing her lone son, who added meaning to her existence
And transforming her smooth life flow into a tempest
With the passing of her son she lost everything she had
Endless weeping made her eyes devoid of tears and parched
After several years she saw her long-gone man in the dead youth
Whom he had left as a little one with her as a recompense
Sitting by the bier, holding the lifeless body of her only son
She recollected the day she never wanted to recall ever again
When her young man was the reason for the neighborhood’s grief
And the little boy standing by the bier, caressing the dead man’s face
Unlike the past when she underwent a similar ordeal
The gathering appeared strange with no womenfolk to console
She knew the town of Nain would see her as a sorceress
As her remaining days are to be lived at the mercy of others
A big crowd from the town accompanied the body of the man
On his journey to the final resting place outside the settlement
The mother followed the coffin with a secret wish and last prayer
That she should fall dead on reaching the place of burial
As the funeral procession passed through the town gateway
There appeared a throng at the threshold with the most influential
Seeing the dead woman walking, pity filled the almighty’s heart
The master stopped for a while and glanced at the dead youth
Do not weep, she heard the angel of death gently singing in her ears
The pallbearers stopped as the most powerful touched the coffin
Before he ordered the young man in the coffin to arise
She realized that it was not the angel of death, but the king of kings
The young man woke up at the most holy one’s directive
And started talking to people he hadn’t met for a long time
The mother got back her only son by the grace of god
As he visited his subjects in the guise of a prophet
