Monday, October 7, 2013

Since You Died

30 day, since you died,
I don’t miss you as much,
The less I miss, the more I see,
I see the frailty of human lives,
Lives walking a straight line,
Birth, childhood, school, adulthood,
Marriage, children, assets, an occasional wrong turn or many,
The eroding of old age, as dreamy eyes become dim,
And a long wait to prepare for the other side.
The less I miss, the more I see,
Life is not the straight line, it’s a circle without periphery,
Unbound, yet, bound by human frailty.


The Song of the Sufi Masroof

2 comments:

Ritesh Agarwal said...

melancholy and poetry are like two inseparable friends...aren't they?

Ismita Tandon said...

I guess :) Thanks for dropping by.

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