Not truly gone

Dear Ajja (Granddad),

This one is especially for you.

Many a times, guilty of mistaking,

Life to be a mere act of breathing, that’s heartbreaking,

Many a times, the mere thought of a loved one,

Brightens up the day, a blessing that’s to be enjoyed by everyone, 

The ones we love never leave us ever,

Long after they are gone forever,

Until we survive, in this form or some other,

Their memories takes us to them, a step further.

What if they haven’t survived

In the form we know, that we were deprived?

They continue to reside ,

In our hearts, their love for us shall never truly subside.

With much love,

Your Pulli (Granddaughter)

Thank you all for stopping by and reading.




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