I know grief is not individualistic
I know it pervades all around
I know it is self- healer
I know it unfolds the truth of transience.
I don’t want to wish it away
I want to let it penetrate my skin
Let the flames of its fire
Steel my bones, fortify my spirit.
I don’t want to hold the flood of tears
I know they will drown the ash
The hurt, the despair, the emptiness
I know, deeper love causes greater grief.
I want to return to love and laughter
I want to open my windows to the sky
The anguish, the loss buried inside
Will it ever let me do that?
Every morning I wake up with your thoughts
Hoping for the dawn that erases bias
Wishing to feel the silence of guns
Yearning for peaceful co-existence
I live with the hope of change
To heal the aggrieved hearts
My hands may be empty
But they can handle the deluge of destiny.
© Balroop Singh
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Each life is precious, each tear carries a deluge.
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