Dawned-Lost-Dawning

Dawned-Lost-Dawning

Off sea it was, till a fine dollop misted

Incarnating the lost life, breathed anew

On Jan 24, 2009, in seventh heaven I flew

Hugs 'n cheers came from those quite away

Happy chaos was it then, mulled ‘tis now

Hewed a mud coffin out of the veracity

Buried them along with a few crisp papers

Lamination won’t let them wither and wilt

Dreams did, as mud soaked the chaotic sea

Packed n’ done away with— faded dreams

They knock hard, banging the thin barrage

Rubber of it, don’t let them break through

Impression of the hands, left on the wall

Drain my strength, lip-sucking into abyss

Wasted, ruined, and destroyed, they howl

Holding hands against my ears won’t help

I let out a shrilling cry, all they do is—sigh

Groping the dark-dreary-silhouette, I saunter

And, comes a day, with an invitation scroll

To close my teary red eyes—jump off the crag

Again holding its' claw, when I’m about to— 

Breathe my last, with shards of piercing pain

Grasps my hand, the sunshine-rebounding-dollop

And, with his words, do away with all my fears

“Mumma, should I massage your head-cramp?”

Hence, he rubs away the bleeding pricking twinge

Yes, he do, my three 'n half year, dollop of ‘Joy’…