By Mrunank R Reddy
A darkened sky, a sad demise,
the sense of loss, tears that flowed,
this to me was the gathering’s premise.
Deep beneath to myself had I wondered,
from a heart mine is this grief,
else is it to the ritual's belief.
To my heart’s inside do I dream,
A land so barren, without stream.
Even so was it not bereft of beds,
When of connections snap the threads,
The emotions yet flow from the heads.
Will my eyes of true emotions Gleam.
As many seasons roll, all shall end,
For its nature’s law one can’t bend.
With certainty shall I follow that trend,
Often in melancholy do I ponder,
Will one cry when I go under,
Will One Cry When I go Under.
By Mrunank R Reddy
Poignant. A friend of mine was battling a very serious disease and this reminded me of her.