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Facing the ultimate truth

It's not easy to bid goodbye
to the soul who has left our side;

No words can soothe or aid
the person who's been bereaved 

A cruel reminder of the eternal truth-
after life, comes always death
leaves the griever in despair
asking God, "is it fair?" 

Denial, grief, anger and acceptance
all follow a natural succession

but he who leaves us to be with Him
tells us to be brave and strong within

It takes a while; 
only time can travel the mile
to teach the aggrieved to come alive,
and start again with a smile


  1. so true...a good one

  2. Sad but true :( Especially if it was untimely .. There can be nothing more cruel .. Even if it is expected because of something like a long illness, each person who departs leaves behind a huge gaping hole.

    1. yes, with untimely death, its more difficult to come to terms. Though, with a long illness, you are at peace somewhere knowing that this could be the best possible end. Either way, the void will be there.

  3. it never is easy to say good bye to anyone in my case ..

    great poem


    1. True, Bikram, final goodbyes are always difficult,

  4. Uma, lovely expression.. Very good..

  5. Loved the way you have embraced the whole thing. The last verse kept me hooked for a while especially.

    1. thank you, Keirthana..nice to see you here after long.

  6. So true yet difficult to accept and move on. Nice one.

  7. Lovely writing Uma! Hope the bereaved gets the strength to deal with it.

    1. thanks, Aparna..yes, I pray for her too!

  8. too good, very true


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