Walking back through the vistas of memories
Lying on a hospital bed, I saw the face of a child
Her big eyes reflecting her innocent smile.
The days of mischief, of happiness
With nothing to worry about,
Her world full of games and laughs.
She stood laughing at me- her future,
Waiting for the call of death in this hospital bed.
Those days were great, too good to last,
Happiness running fast...
With sense of being protected
Which then felt too suspended.
The days were long, the nights were short,
Sunshine shone through our eyes.
Bright days filled with mischief-making
They seem too far to reach...
Loving, serving, respecting
Were all a part of life.
Nothing was needed more than that
Nothing was cared about...
Like dreams so sweet or food too good,
Those memories wander fast.
The thought of losing loved ones
Left heart sinking too low.
As I lay, curled, on my bed
Pain building upon me.
The memories of my lost childhood
Soothed me than medicines.
But then the thought of losing them
Forever came to me.
It pained me than my weakened bones
And nearly burst a vein.
I did not cry, I did not weep
My grief was beyond that.
Pining with love lost long ago,
I heard the call of death
!I was fed to fire with wood
But knew of no pain then.
For, now I have been left to seek
The ones whom I loved.
I went along in search of them
At peace, and knew no more...
