God's Gift

Golden hue of the new sun, sparkling dew droplets on the grass and leaves,

Buzz of the bees, young little buds on the twigs and branches, green was never so green.

It was just another late October morning.

It was a time when a close one was a stranger and life was going on.

Life was like life as always, I had no complaints and life was going on.

I didn’t know what I had missed, I didn’t know what was missing,

I had no complaints and life was going on.

Happy I was to the world because I wanted to be,

What you want is what is what you never get, past had taught me.

I had come to terms with it, I had no complaints and life was going on.

 

Read in books and papers and watched in films, miracles are real,

Unexpected, unknown it happens when it has to happen.

Little did I know what I was in for that late October morning.

It was the time when a stranger came close.

A face that I saw every day, a person I barely knew,

Little did I know that she was like me, a soul in despair.

When you think you are the only one, you meet someone just like you,

 I found my heart when her hands touched mine.

There were reflections of my soul in each drop of her tear for it was hers’.

Long hugs, I felt her heart beat next to mine reminding me that was alive

 In her pampering and care,

I realized what I missed all my life and what I found is true.

A promise was born in me to see her smile and die fighting for her tears.

Golden hue of the new sun,sparkling dew droplets on the grass and leaves,

Buzz of the bees, young little buds on the twigs and branches, green was never so green.

It was just another late October morning.

In serendipity spring had finally come.

God’s gift had happened in a miracle unexpected and unknown.

 

It is a time in life when the close one is a stranger again.

Memories keep her alive for she has gone far.

My voice doesn't reach her.

Her hands still keeps me alive and drives me to live.

And I live to feel her hands in mine.

I dream of that morning often,dream because it was like one.

Those 10 minutes of that late october morning how i wish it was life.

Its tough sometimes and i wish i could never dream

Perhaps, not to dream is to be without her being,

Not the way life is to be.

I have no complaints and life is going on.

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

its my first poem..i wrote what i felt i should write.

Reviews

[Nautili]

Nice. i like the repeitition of your refrain," I have no complaints and life is going on."
A friend told me once that you are born alone, you die alone, and if you find someone to love in between, well, that is a nice gift but if they leave you, well, that is ok, because we are all essentially alone.What I liked about that line is essentially you realize this, even if it is a sad reality.