Grim Reaper
That day, when I heard your news;
The news of your homecoming,
I turned as vibrant as sunflower,
Busily engaged in arrangements for your arrival
And in a longing for you to make me admire,
With a jolt of sorrow, the bottle fell down;
Burgundy drops dumbfound aiming dire.
The phone bell rang in a blustering silence,
Hearing the news, my ears filled with gloom;
The news of your demise tormented the backstreets of my mind,
My tears, they were broken but buoyant,
Grief rose like a wildflower
And your memories left me altered with boderline sentiments.
- Ishika Jain
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