Baton of our life
by Anita R. Belagodu
The bedside was thronged by relatives
From nearest to dearest they surrounded
He, awake, asleep or unaware, my knowledge betrays.
Calmly he lay motionless in deep slumber, it seems.
Sixth, the D-day, Six p.m. the hour of Death
Snatched away my pa-in-law's last breath
I had so much to tell him,share my jokes, thots
cause he was special, he was mine and now he is my loss.
Beads of ruby, white pearls
Shiny crystals, diamond sparkles
make no match his charm and smile
I see him everywhere in the best things of life.
He was one, untouched by desire
Unknown to pride
a Gentle human, a Wholesome Being
He lit the torch of our lives and let the flame forever