By Prachi Singh
A morning, Oh! So gloomy,
The flowers looked no more bloomy.
The sun’s rays stopped by,
With no light for the heart to cry.
With tears in her eyes,
and dried lips giving him goodbyes,
She left a part of her heart unwoven,
With letters to him unspoken.
A thousand questions ran in her mind,
“Why does this happen with the kind?”
She had lost the man who gave her life,
with no wish in her heart to be alive.
His corpse as it lay right beside,
the truth of course her heart denied.
How can you sink in a truth so tough,
she wished this was a dream enough.
But when she touched his hand so cold!
The dream shattered and the truth was told.
With pride, the burning flames whispered,
“Goodbye, my son, I will be your wizard!”