Oh brother, were you not like a receding wave,
Or a bygone shooting star?
The weighing scales are uneven; my heart now grave.
Oh, a mischievous soul you were- no, you are.
They say the brightest angels are lent,
But dare, how dare the seraphim to claim you, you who were ours?
It hadn’t been the blue twilight that took you but,
The mocking Morningstar that shone on us from afar.
They say you are at one with Him
But I wish selfishly so, that you might have dallied an hour.
Yet we carry with us the flowers of your past,
We trudge on; a little broken, as we are.
Time did not heal us, no,
For that would presume finite was our woe.
Love, love echoes in these empty hearts of ours,
And we find again our departed parts just as the dust is called back to the star.
By Devika Singh
Very thoughtful and inspiring for anyone who has ever felt a loss..
Beautiful poem!! Love the usage of words and amazing meaning. Good job 👍👏.
Lovely poem
IT’S FUCKING BRILLIANT!!!!!!! 😍❤
Too good…👏👏👏👏👏👏👏
Awesome composition Devika!!!
Proud of you 👍
Awsome Devika didi
Wonderful
Beautiful
Excellent 👌
Amazing peom
Very nice poem.