POETRY

WHEN THE REALITY HURT ME

MEMORY

He was laying on a ice slab just like sleeping well..
this the moment which i cannot tell
his fist was open..but eyes were closed
the memories were hit me a lot
i thinking...thinking and at once became blank..
everything was stop..just time move on..
he was the person..who talks more and more..
but now he is lying on earth..
life is no more..
he is before us..
his death taught us..the real meaning of life
no body knows when the last good bye is...! :(
(DEDICATED TO MY TAUJI)
HIS DEATH CIRCUMSTANCES ALWAYS HURT ME A LOT
#RESTINPEACE

PRATIMA JAISWAL (PREETI)