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by xarbo Author IconMail Icon
Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #1871056
I wrote this poem shortly after the death of my grandpa.
Everything seemed same almost
the same sun, the same moon
people busy in their work
nobody waits for anyone
even the world doesn't care
if anyone is missing

But i miss the missing soul, my grandpa
it's hard to believe that he is no more
i won't say that he doesn't exist anymore
because my heart says that he is here
somewhere near us, probably seeing us crying and missing him terribly
he is listening us

Its hard to believe that someone is dead with whom you have talked and met
not days before
It was not long before when he used to carry us in his arms
he was the one who helped me a lot in my talent
because we share the same talent
art was our passion

he left behind him just memories
memories which we will never forget
he was not talkative yet his absence led to the silence in house
his absence made me feel that that a part of my soul is missing

these sort of feelings never stops
my eyes fill with tears whenever i see the flowers blooming in the garden
because it is now just because of him
His all things are same at the same place
where they used to be
so it seemed like he may come back
Even though i saw his dead body
my heart was saying that he was just sleeping
he may woke up at any moment and this joke may get over
Or i will woke up and this will be converted to a terrible dream

I will meet him one day
i know that it may take time
perhaps years

May his soul rest in peace {e.{b}FlowerY{/b}}
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