GriefA Poem by Mrudula RaniTo my second brother.
Sorrows built diurnal nest in her heart,
Fetching a flood of tears to assist at night. Owing to the loss of her indefectíble gift, In her heart, diurnal nest sorrows built. like a candle lost flare, Immense pain of reminiscence, her share. Consoling enquirers import your departure in detail , Lost flare, like a candle. Your portrait on the wall, The garland of roses compete with your smile, they fail. The reflections of glittering lamp ornate On the wall, your portrait. You are now among angels. And with your absence she struggles. Still melancholy flows with vigor Now among angels, you are. © 2018 Mrudula RaniReviews
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