He was once alive but now he is no more with his death the happiness of life has gone sore Now he lies in the thick blanket of mortality where not even a thin particle of air can rise though how hard it tries His life was shortlived that is what every one said Memorising again and again how his life was led thinking about ,every happiness and on every thorn he tread The time elapsed quickly yet painfully as he left us Till yesterday he was rembered by all It was an ultimate tragedy Just like when God denounced man's fate' When he agreed to the serpent grate And lost his dearest posession The garden of eden the paradise The loss was great but it was accepted as a part of fate But every thing was forgotten with a few tears We travelled through the journey of life That was nothing but an endless stife Waiting for the time when we would meet him We knew that if life was cruel death would be merciful As we would come to unite and together face this indespensable fate
Reason for writing:
Well i wrote this poem in the memory of my father the feeling his children or close realitves face when a person dies. The subject of the poem is that eventually every one will be burried in the same soil the long sepearation will turn into a union
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