We came as no surprise
To see some fall, some rise
As we tried climbing
Sometimes fast, sometimes tumbling
You held our fingers
Letting hope linger
Showed us the way
Gave us strength to stay
When we were lost
Sometimes out cold in frost
You showed us the fire
Letting our hearts retire
We have so much to tell
For your memory is all that dwells
In our moments worst and best
In our times of trial and test
We will take our steps ahead
Showing us the way you had led.
A dedication to someone who’s experience I had even though few, I will cherish all my life. Demise brings so many things together. We realize what trivial and silly things we fought over. The bridges we broke, somehow fall back in place. Which is why they were never meant to be broken anyway? Did we need a lesson so tough to make us learn?
2 comments:
Manasi,
Hmmm... what must I say? As poignant as ever, if that's the word. There is - a Victorian expression it is - a candid "baring of the soul" in most of your poems, which I can actually empathise with. In a way, though I have never been through great demises yet, I have been through bereavements from losses, people going disconnected and so forth. Anyhow, the impact I guess has been positive on you, while it, to me, has taught the at times desert-like neutrality of life.
Keep them coming in... I frankly love reading your blogs!
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