A memory

Here is a small poem for today’s word – Gunita

 

When my ashes are one

with the earth I roam on in solitude

I shall be forgotten.

When these hands that are always wet

with the tears upon my cheek

are no longer around

asking to be held (in vain)

I shall be forgotten.

When these eyes won’t search

for comfort, for love anymore

I shall be forgotten.

When my heart will be safe,

from everyone I ever loved,

safe from horrors it sees everyday,

I shall be forgotten.

I shall be nothing but

gunita

if I am lucky that is.

For people who didn’t see me in flesh,

will hardly remember me when I am bones.

 

Copyright © Sneha P [Rights Reserved]

 

 

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