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}} |