The Welcome
Demise
Why does that guiding hand falter
And scribble a twisted destiny
For ones so naïve and oblivious to
All of life’s potential misery?
What can you say to ease the pain
From the heart of a wounded soul?
What can you do to save them from
The torrential raining blows?
As the disease cunningly creeps in
To obscure hopes of vitality
Who can decry the wish,
Of death as welcome finality?
Yet, mourning love long lost
Out escapes a single tear
With a shadow of a pensive smile
I brace myself for the funeral.
Sneha Mohan
2982, Batch of ‘12