A Memorial

It’s thirty days and ten, since death struck .You drew your last breath. You were gone, never to walk the earth again, your gentle voice, to be heard no more, your smiling face, never to be seen .

Does the earth miss your footsteps? Does the sun mourn your death? Does the whistling wind call out your name? Did the stars hide their face and the moon turn red in the shadows, as nature wept your loss .

Of the eagle that soars high I enquire, if you are happy there, up in the sky. Of the cuckoo that sings a sad song, I ask, if she has seen the one I lost. From the dragonfly that alights, I seek a message from the world beyond.

Of time I ask, to take me on the wings of a dream , to our childhood , a time that was and never can be . A time when we learnt to fly kites, to swing on the boughs of trees. Chasing butterflies grazing our knees, we cried for one another.

A time when music was our craze, you played the guitar to my falsetto .Melancholic songs and rollicking ones, filling our home with music and laughter. A time when The Beatles was our favourite band, The Sound of Silence, our favourite song, and not a way of life.

Time went by and we drifted apart, walked away to lead our own life. But as kin bound with the cords of love, we held strong in the worst strife. With you gone, alone I am, but a part of you will remain in me, until we meet again.

Now you walk where angels tread, in peace you rest, with our loved ones who have gone ahead and I will weep for you no more. In the golden rays of the sun your face I see, hear your voice on the gentle breeze, the rhythm of my heart speaks your name and memory like a cloak I wear, as I rise each morning.