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Grief

written by: Sonali Majumdar

 

Grief was when my lover deserted me,
Till I discovered a lover in me who loves me.

Grief was when my best friend stabbed me,
Till I learnt to trust no one but me.

Grief was when my job found another in my place,
Till I educated myself to have ample choices to make.

Grief was when my house was sold in front of me,
Till I found a home in my thoughts and beliefs.

Grief was when unholy hands of a holy figure touched me,
Till I knew that purity is embedded in my soul for eternity.

Grief was when death snatched my mother away,
Till I found her in every breath I take.

Grief was when my child did not recognize me,
Till I mothered every child I met in glee.

Grief was when I saw my youth slipping away,
Till I realized my mind could never age without my consent.

Grief was when winter hit me hard and I never recovered,
Till I found summer in my dreams with hopes forever.

Grief was when everyone let me drown alone in the sea,
Till I learned to swim ahead and preach them humanity.

With every grief, I learned to smile,
With every grief, I learnt to survive.

Grief is thus a gift in disguise,
It visits to teach, not to mortify.

 

(Copyright. All Rights Reserved. 2018)

Sonali Majumdar

Sonali Majumdar

Sonali Majumdar, an IT Management professional and occasional poet, lives in Virginia, U.S.A. A keen observer of life, she loves to pen down moments, memories, dreams, desires, illusions and reality as perceived by her in the journey of her life. With her golden dust of imagination, she desires to paint a picture, in her attempt to reach hearts of humanity, through her wildly weaved magically mysterious touch.
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