Whispers in the Wind

BY MADHURI KHUNT

The wind whispers in my ear,
As you are not near.
She’s safe in God’s hand,
But the broken heart of yours I cannot mend.

I’ve seen you both play,
On a bright sunny day.
When I accompanied you both,
To watch that old tree sloth.

Oh! What a time it was of the year,
When I saw two faces lit with cheer.
Now I only see the one that weeps,
On the same old streets.

I cannot bring her back here,
To make you laugh with cheer.
But I promise you, as I pass by whenever,
I’ll bring those happy memories of your mother forever.


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