The heart decided to shrink,
I,for one,was unable to think.
Where will my ashes go,
Above the sky or ground below.
Splendor and passion I had,
Yet I wanted so much more.
The wooden work didn't appease me,
I wanted carpet laid on the floor.
Then came my caretaker,
So wise and trustworthy for me.
I giggled with the wise one,
For he helped me explode happily.
I wrote about the minute and large,
I wrote eulogy about life's charge.
I wrote for the masses and classes,
Aiming for a world of enjoyment.
For me,poetry was a refuge,
I refused to part with it till death.
Where will my ashes go,
Above the sky or ground below.
The cacophony and din merge,
Light and darkness mingle into one.
I laugh with my eyes watery,
Poetry was god's gift to me!!
Keep writing :)