by Satarupa Mukherjee
The Unaccustomed emptiness-
Seeks the voice lost forever.
An irreplaceable loss.
Yet, the Firm belief holds on,
That You’re with me still, in each new dawn.
Every time the heart mourns,
Eyes weep, the Pain crushes;
Still, the unswerving faith-
“Those departing, never leave us,
But from the Heaven they tend to bless
Their loved ones”,
Overrides every pain.
Life has to go on-
On the same tracks. Sans you.
So, In the name of immortal love,
A fond Adieu.
You shall stay forever in heart.
For, Love knows no death….