Penmancy

Those eyes etched on my memory forever That ‘spoke’ as the helpless mouth ‘stared’ from the ventilator Was it asking

In spring this year when nature smiled Her winsome eyes left me beguiled She lived opposite my room from whose

Oh Spring! Harbinger of my sorrow, You are the reason I don’t believe in tomorrow. The roses and the Jasmine

Her heart wrenched, sorrow engulfed her again, When the news stirred up her deeply buried pain. It read, religion leaves

It was so very long ago That I became friends with Sorrow I met her at the spring of tears

Gone are the winters, so as the spring The shadow of being with you is still roaring. Neither it was

Constantly being patted on right hand, It was spring, yet all I could see was a barren land, My anhedonia,

It was “something” that set her heart on a racing mission Filling her with secret desires and burning passion That

You left for the unknown region Where mortals go never to return The sorrow the grief wrenched my heart I

Now the flowers fade and now they fall Even in Spring comes the reaper’s call All through the long days

Averse to the stormy blows of a sorrow day I have his seven daises wrapped yellow and white The power