Widow By Daud Kamal, Theme of the poem

     Every evening
She would go to the river-
wet pebbles and bird shadows-
But the boat
Never come
Mist like a shroud
And the smoke of cow during
Over which
She cooks for her children-
The river, the river
The youngest asks:
How much bigger than a scorpion
Is death? You should be out
With the other- she scolds-
Catching fish
Mouth stained
By an old dream- glass bangles
And the sound of a village festival
In her eyes, In her blood-
The river, the river

                          Theme Of The Poem