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A forebear for Life...

 

Where are you now…? Are you in those millions of crows, are you free… have you turned into a tree… Are you in those hundreds which we come across ask for something out of sorrows…

Have you all turned into stars… clear we see yet they are so far… are you the topsoil which have gone… travel places… through winds or footprints… Have God turned you to cow… to whom we bow… are you with Gods… among the clouds… to my every question giving a nod…

You are… somewhere around… in the air that I breath… in the food that I eat… the people that I see…

Now comes the flood of memories… when the blood race with the worries… where your wisdom was gems full of treasure… where avoiding you in the past hurts my present…

The vision which you had… among the known ones and the loved ones even called you mad… that dream, that struggle, that hope… and one steps… not for self but for those who were not even nearby…

Ignoring all odd on the verge of breaking few bonds… the base was built on which, life constructed latter… in your absence seems tilt…

How much you took…? Never saw a frown in your look… thanking you by millions means would be being coward… so collecting self, abiding the wisdom of words for help… moving towards those dreams forward…

Nothing might bring you back… what has gone… is gone forever… how whole life of yours is in the memories which play along with some imaginary moments which were never there…

Which brings thought of wonders… what for real the life that which was lived by you, which have not trace of your being… expect for the sheet in which its mention your span in neat…

There are situations where we know… sometimes we do not… stories which were made… stories which were formed yet the reality was sort of way which never was grown…

Time of years… where praises where for you and it is the way through which we realize the importance of your being…  

Where we are aware of how no matter wherever you are your blessings are what we seek, it’s those connections which are attached with a string, yet we hold a strong bond… nothing of us exists without you…

 

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