I cry for what is lost

for what mattered the most

I cry that it is gone

to those who rejoice its done

my hands they tremble

my eyes soaked dry

my body crippled

my mind sighed

they pull

they push

trying to lift her up

but don’t they know I am already above

she lies there pale and calm

with my hand in her palm

they tell me to go

but who am I to say no?



-gaurangi