Grief

By Pragya Sadhana Neog

That's the funny thing about grief,

It lets you suffer through bits of it,

And when you crave release

It laughs at your face.

Makes you feel, as though even death

Belittles your worth.

No matter how you pray,

No matter how you beg,

It turns its head.

Then when, by luck or chance,

You have the desire to see a little more

Of the world, live a little longer,

Perhaps witness a little of your future,

It arrives, in all its adornments,

"Come child, your prayers have been answered.

Do not make me wait anymore, for I have blessed and let you go."

Then you can blame none but yourself,

Because it's the truth.

Those were really your prayers,

Your desperateness,

That even aligned fate to change.

And now when Sunshine finally touches

Your face, kisses it welcome,

All you can do is

Let your tears gleam as they flow,

As they bask in bittersweet agony,

For your only answer is,

"Goodbye, Adios, Au revoir"...

By Pragya Sadhana Neog