The Dead

I wish the tags suffixed

To my name would have been

Bigger than  time

I’d have pulled you out

From the clutch of death

Using all of my healing powers.

.

But, all of my learnings

Failed to work

More powerful  was the force of time

Than the bond of our love

It took you away from us.

I know, the dead don’t come back.

.

They say, stop mourning

Lest the dead won’t get a place in heaven.

Is it really true?

A bit of you is missing you

Are you at peace?

A part of you lies unnurtured here

Have you attained moksha?

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I don’t understand the laws of dharma

Or the justice of karma.

I just want a protective hand around

To prevent me from falling down

Every time I slip.

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