Yesterday a mail terrified me (meant for my friend) but I somehow regained my scattered courage. But it will take some more time for me to be normal again. We take life for granted. It is there or it is not there. But when best of the doctors too fail to diagnose something and tell someone that his/her life can be of twenty years more or just of twenty minutes... Have you ever thought how the person would feel then? Here is a crushed feeling put into some jumbled words of incomplete sentences...
When I leave you my friend- do not cry.
Water my plants- let them grow...
When I sleep forever my friend-do not cry.
Nurture my stories- give them shade...
When I slip silently to oblivion my friend- do not cry.
Clean my palette- dabble the colors...
I will come to you my friend...
I am the shiny crystals of rains
drizzling in your garden my friend
Do not cry...
Rashmi.
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