Memories Never Erode

Dead or alive, but the spirit is always alive.

The serenity and eternity flaunted by true love.

The true love and compassion of a warm soul is bliss.

We mourn, yearn and long for physical presence,

Nature tears the wounded heart into pieces. 

The challenges and the ways of overcoming them,

The coming days and years are questionable.

Every dawn is missed by the charming smiles,

The coffee and coffee mug too missed their kisses.

Every dusk is missed by the lovely cuddles,

The bed and pillow too missed their hugs.

The near ones do miss the lovely and witty talks,

The fresh breeze of every morning in the presence of Grandpa. 

The dear ones do miss the legendary stories,

The silent sleep of all nights in the presence of the grandma. 

I always miss my grannies and grandpas,

I couldn't forget even this day, their cherishing memories,

I tuned their path by following their promising footsteps,

In all my endeavors and achievements,

They have space, and they are powerful backers.

Waiting for the day to see my powerful backers.

Waiting for the hugs and kisses from my granny.