They walk, invisible to our eyes,
They walks around us, peeking at our cries,
Probably in sorrow,
Blaming themselves, for every drop in our eyes.
Weeping silently, over their own demise,
Whispering loudly to maybe give advice,
Or maybe to apologise, still trying to -
Give courage! to lead our lives.
Giving us assurance, For the better nights,
Giving us hope for our rights,
Passing their pleasant will,
In a hope for our smile.
Their Happy memories,
Now left incomplete-
Their presence in our lives now diminished,
Their voices now too low pitch.
Even now when you close your eyes,
You see them correcting your tries,
Forgetting they will never be there again,
Forgetting their end is permanent .