‘To the friend who became memory’: Poem by Anahita Singh, Apeejay School, Nerul

It’s the rain that brings me back,
and my thoughts that drown me.
Her voice rings in my ear,
her last moments are what I see.
All night I sit there, still as a stone,
in the presence of the non-remaining soul.
The one who made me laugh,
the one who gave me hope.
The who brought peace to my broken soul,
the one who made me whole.
I cried like I’ve never cried before,
just to see you once more.
Now you lie peacefully,
and I stand hopeful.
A hope of seeing you once more,
maybe in the after life 
or when I cross heaven’s door.

Anahita Singh
Class: 9-C
Apeejay School, Nerul