At the end of 3 years a long time seems 3 years Ending the torrent of flood in tears Sentiments diminish on opening the grave Wondering aloud how attachements to save
Religious traditions , customs are no option now To revered memory of loved ones must bow. Gone too soon but never so far away Presence around in absence felt everyday. Belief and faith gives the living the hope The pain and agony of absence to cope Illusive about demise though the truth and fact The prayerful attitude is best way to react wish and pray for your dear ones cure It is a torture ,mental pain to endure Possible medical care does not always ensure When injury is grave none can assure. Dreams ,plans often end up in smoke The last words resound that one spoke Best to refrain, accuse or complain The mystery of destiny does forever remain The gift of blessings though brief do cherish Consolation that one day all will perish The question is why some leave too soon Unfortunate clouds of darkness set at noon All plans , aspirations as a dream remain Unexpected short life it is futile crying in vain The magnitude of unending heartaches and pain A monumental loss on death hard to recover fully again Memories however precious in time fade Will of God or destiny provide cover of shade How long can one continue to mourn and grieve End in the grave will be the only reprieve Entombing remains an attempt memory to survive Visits of respects , adoration of niches love revive Treasured sentiments in heart and mind Pleasant thoughts arise to recall and remind With daily routine in life bound to forget Futile brooding endlessly over chain of regret The consolation that ĺife one day will surely end There is no ray of light at the turn of the bend . Our tragedy be not assumed as worse Apportion blame as restitution or curse Accept the burdens , cross in life with joy In gratitude for His mercy, rejoice and enjoy a daunting task to predict birth and death life and death starts and ends with a breath Attempts to decode the reasons why Is out of bounds no matter how hard you try It is wise to adjust , accept and carry on Futile to mourn eternally .when loved on is gone Best to let the dead be at peace and rest Guided by guilt complex and fear be not our quest Nelson Lopes Chinchinim Nelson Lopes Chinchinim https://lopesnelsonnat.wordpress.com Nelson Lopes Chinchinim https://lopesnelsonnat.wordpress.com Nelson Lopes Chinchinim https://lopesnelsonnat.wordpress.com