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Anjali Varma

Abstract Tragedy Others

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Anjali Varma

Abstract Tragedy Others

Moonless Night...

Moonless Night...

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How life become so different 

After losing someone closest

Now I know 

How it is to be living in solitude


I remember those days 

When you were just five

Early morning after waking up

I always greeted you with a big hug and a sweet kiss

Breakfast ready on the table

We both enjoyed our meal 

Watching your cute smile 

I shall leave for my work

Sitting at the office desk

 I always thought of our lovely days

Waiting for the work to be over soon

On the way back home

 I would carry something you loved to eat

Right at the doorstep I always said;

"I am home honey!"

You would come out rushing from the drawing room and greeted me;

"Welcome back daddy!"


All those memories are now still with me

But just the difference is that

That now there is nobody to greet me that warm welcome

Nobody I can greet with that hug or kiss

Nobody I can wait to meet

Nobody I can carry something to eat


WHY? I wonder

God took you away from me,

I have just remained like a 

'Moonless Night'

Dark and blind


Now I walk on a wet street 

With my eyes up at the sky

Imagining your smile on it

And remembering the memories you left behind...


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