Lamentation

His adoration for me,my most valuable possession.

He preferred my company to all others I know.

Even during hospital stays with serious heart condition,

My voice ever soothing to his strained brow.

I was with him every time he had a breathing situation,

My presence brought him a radiant glow.

Always there to help him with dedication.

He went for surgery and told me to stay with a vow,

To be with him after his heart’s operation.

With a practical approach to this idea I bow.

It was most ironic of a decision.

Without realizing just went with flow.

My Creator made me blind at that occasion.

The one all-powerful to us below,

keeping in mind complexity of my allocation.

I nodded unaware how bad it might grow.

Fighting for life, after developing some complication.

His heart failed to respond well; and I didn’t know.

Consequently, all organs began to malfunction,

A mere thought makes my mind blow

There he was lying on death bed in a most critical situation,

And me lying comfortably on couch without a know-how .

Destiny had something else in store, a lifetime lamentation.

A conflict between mind and soul, they forever in a row.

Informed at night of his heart's infliction,

Same night as soul from his body had to flow.

Night nestled with nightmare, torments and tribulations.

In the midst of darkness He shot His arrow,

And snatched away His thing of possession.

At break of dawn as well of this news, tears began to flow.

Like a sea sometimes calm and at other mad with passion,

As if shaken with an earthquake without ebb and flow.

Never could I pluck courage to view his chest for examination,

Which was ripped for their sport to gnaw.

Cloaking my view from his last days deterioration,

I consider as Divine Providence to prevent this heavy blow.

But back then it was beyond comprehension,

My mind caught in a storm bouncing below.

Thus, a score of years passed by of evolution.

Then was I wanderer in woods but now.

I glance my image in water to find his reflection.

Even his gait unintentionally so closely I follow,

Sometimes walking through corridors, a mere look in glass door fills me with fascination.

As his essence, I take pride and lift up high when feeling low.

Thinking of his way of dealing with a particular situation,

Being his heart and soul I mature and deeper grow.

This world a mere detention,

Till we meet again in life to follow