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Gone Too Soon

By Stuti Kapoor


Had I known it early,

I have only hours to spend,

Few moments to attend

And then life will end.


Had I known it early,

My parents will witness my mortal remains.

For them, they will be left alone in all lanes

With no more hope even after it rains.


Had I known it early

I'll leave my soulmate

In the middle of fate.

For whose arrival they will await?



Had I known it early,

I will bear children

But who will teach them how to run?

Who will teach them our religion?


Had I known it early

I will bid the dust this nearly.

I'll be remembered in pics merely.

My vacuum will be felt clearly.


All that can be forecasted is life is so unpredictable. The body that goes this early, weeps till granted new life, though stays with us forever.

Presently, life is even more uncertain that all of us need to remember each other in only good thoughts.

The pain and grief left behind is something the near ones have to try and come terms with.

Time is not in our hand but expressions are. So, why not to cherish moments spent together?

No one keeps the departed soul in bad thoughts rather only in good thoughts and memories.

Then why do we keep each other in mixed thoughts while staying alive? Can't we manage to let go things which can never make memories?

The family is broken when the loved one is taken so unexpectedly. For them goodbyes are neither forever nor any end.

The soul will still be searched in crowds, in empty fields and soaring clouds though he would have travelled so fast so far.

Let's pray for better times for each other and make this world a better place for each other.


By Stuti Kapoor








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