January came & the flood gates lengthened.
The tide of memory
sweeps her long;
When not so long
ago,
A dream came true,
Life is so perfect a beautiful
song.
It was a lady,
from whom a cupid appeared.
In the guise of a daughter.
'A divine gift from the lord'.
A day before, she
was born.
History repeated by the grace of god,
as the world
celebrated her birthday.
She remained frail
and weak on the bed.
We are the puppets in gods great life play.
God gives and then just takes away
Some buds bloom, some fade away
It just takes the seconds to change
Who can understand destiny’s charade.
A thought escapes from cupid’s memory
bank.
And often fills her eyes remembering the toddler years,
Going frail and weak on hospital
bed,
With the depressing faces all around.
Elders bore it out with deep faith.
‘The
creator will find a way out’.
‘Mary’ taught her to fold her hands and pray.
Prayers
are the boon of human race.
A soothing balm for tortured soul.
A connection from deep within.
To
save her breath, was lost in the wind of destiny’s plan.
Years passed by & lord was the mother Nature
And
holding her hand was she, as told by my mother,
“Smiling assuring all is well."
.
Tears were rolling down and
Strength was more on thanking lord.
This way it brings her more close
This way it brings her more close
to the mother nature and feel grateful,
that all the blessings she have bestowed from
her.
It’s mother nature who
has
made her realise that,
Cupid has a mission to accomplish..
A Part of the journey of her life has begun,
"From the dirt to a
youth to proceed for new innings.".
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