Letting go of the fond touch
Which once we embraced
The knots undone sadly
But much of the memories praised
O'Mother of my existence
I still can't let go of your hand
Clunghed on tightly
This grief, I cannot mend
Here I sit alone, thinking
Why must a life so beautiful end
When we just found the reasons
Of how we must take our stand
Dear Lord, ****** this feelings
From my piercing heart
I don't know about death
But I wish I could be a part
Never had I imagined
A life without you mum
Life almost feels like a burden
Most times am just numb
I speak to my shadow
Thinks I cannot tell anyone
You were my adorn listener
But sadly, you are gone...
©Seema Sen, 2021
Aug 2, 2023
Aug 2, 2023 at 12:33 AM UTC
Letting go of the fond touch
Which once we embraced
The knots undone sadly
But much of the memories praised
O'Mother of my existence
I still can't let go of your hand
Clunghed on tightly
This grief, I cannot mend
Here I sit alone, thinking
Why must a life so beautiful end
When we just found the reasons
Of how we must take our stand
Dear Lord, ****** this feelings
From my piercing heart
I don't know about death
But I wish I could be a part
Never had I imagined
A life without you mum
Life almost feels like a burden
Most times am just numb
I speak to my shadow
Thinks I cannot tell anyone
You were my adorn listener
But sadly, you are gone...
©Seema Sen, 2021
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