Thank you

Should I not thank you, I sometimes wonder?
When the wind ruffles my hair and the sun goes under.
This torrent of words, gushing from my pen’s hollow
All bestowed by you, when our duet turned into solos.

 

I never thought much of life and death
For while you talked, I followed your breath.
Never saw the leaves being blown in designs
Not even nature’s art, resplendent and divine.

 

Closed were my senses to everything but you
I marvel now that the world is still new.
So much to see -birds, beasts and trees.
Now I begin to understand your legacy.

 

No one can write without an inheritance of pain
Or the exquisite pleasure of being drenched by the rain.
No longer bitter, this legacy has set me free.
Free to sweetly seal, an unfinished love story.

Reviews

[TheFemininePad]

Very beautiful and touching. I really enjoy your poetry. You write very well. I agree with your last reviewer that no one can write without an inheritance of pain is completely true. A writer has to have experiences to draw from in order to write a most effective story. I really like how you structured the poem as well. Great job!

[Sourav]

Beautifully penned... good depiction and good flow. A well written emotional poem.

[An owl on the moon]

Beautiful expression of love and devotion.. of the lasting nature of friendship that moves us ever and always... There is a freedom, even with bittersweet ends..

[Siddhartha]

Oh, this poem begins with gratitude, treads into sadness and ends on a note of redemption. In retrospect I find it to be a commentary on the journey of the human soul itself. This is a wonderful work Reena and in my opinion one of your very best.

[anindita]

I loved this one. I can so relate to it. The lines, " No one can write without an inheritance of pain" is divine truth. Every word of the poem seem very familiar to me.