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