Sometimes in the midst I feel the chill.
poetry for the feelings felt when one looses one's dear one in case of death...
|Sometimes in the midst I feel the chill of that touch…..
Making my heart chink to pieces
Turning me from the firm to confuse
Challenging a rung ahead to intricate life
Going from top to the bottom
All through you were mine
But making me realize now you are none
But sometimes in the midst I still find place
For you on this enormous earth
To get to you in those awesome days
Making holiday each day
To me you were everything
From my adore to abhorrence
From my ego to my worth
And from my birth till I reach grave
You left me alone in the world of ugliness
Considering me to be beautiful
But you never knew
How special you were to me
Still sometimes in the midst
I feel the chill of that touch
By my little hands to your dead cold fingers
Making my soul cry for the worst thing
Recently have happened in my life due to you
I asked almighty for how can it be possible
For mine to survive without you
He remained silent in case
He had definitely committed a mistake
For your departure from me
I urged him for his solve the problem
He refused in order that the things are done right
He said I cannot take the support all my life
I have to practice to stand alone
And then told me you will always be with me
To give me ideas for being beautiful to this ugly world
I agreed to all this tough stuff
But still one thing pinched me was:
Why can I just feel your presence?
Why can’t I experience it?
He said it’s the rule of game-LIFE
I chose to remain silent then….-jaimini
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