We are forever anew
When its time to be heard, prepared to be silent
When its time to be considered, prepared to be hurt
When its time to say how many times more
Be prepared to be reminded your time might never come
In the solace that in your grave site
You will be marked forget or remembered
You will be seen as saint either a saint or a sinner
A fool or a fearless brave
With flowers at your feet or weeds
With no visiting tears or many who will place stones around your bed
To this land we will all go one day
Become the dust where new flowers will grow
Can we be happy only to know
That on our passing by we will
Not be silenced, not be hurt, not be torn apart by inner tears
Its time my friends to see this too
Our saga will be told forever a new
Beautifully written
Touching. Essence os a poem, carrying volumes in simple few lines.
thank you
Beautiful
Beautiful penmanship
thank you
Nicely Put
gratitude for your comment
“Such a profound piece, Gouri. Your words capture the deep melancholy and truth of our human journey. The imagery and reflection on legacy are haunting yet beautiful. Thank you for sharing this with us.”
thank you as you understood the vivid description
So poignant
thank you so much, that’s the truth about life
Well said
thank you
Adorable
Awsome
thank you