In memory of

In memory of

Her passion swept in the air,
A tempest blew inside her mind,
The rustling leaves flew violently,
She sat there with a deep felt grief…
Her soul soaked in that deepening wound,
Her heart thumped on a gentle move,
The strength in her body became suddenly weak,
Numb, due to those heart breaking words…
It cannot be purchased, she knew it well,
It cannot be purchased, she very well knew,
It is personal, she understood,
But… no! No words to speak…
She could have wept and cried,
But no tears came through her eyes,
She could have said it’s not true,
But her heart was full, words were few.
She knew it’s any layman’s experience,
But she never knew it would be hers
The sudden flash broke her down,
It was a lightning or thunder bolt…
The same words thundered in her mind,
Her sleep was disturbed or it seemed,
The dreams of day were shattered
And thus her hopes lay in vain.
She gazed and started at her image,
With unknown truths yet unanswered,
Survival is for the fittest-yes
Thus quietness prevails forever more.

poem by: Shwetha Rai