POEM: THE LETTER, TO MY GIFT

I never knew it before

That I would get a couple of gifts from my creator

One is my life

And the other one is precious than that

The gift is not going to be with me

And will not remain for me

IT’S YOU MY GIFT! MY MEMORABLE GIFT!

I did not get you from anyone

And did not own you for any event

Still you are a gift to me

The date of your expiry will be the date of my death

I never loved myself as you did

I never thought of myself as you thought

You just taught me the meaning of what I mean

You came.... in my life

You came.... for my life

And you came for me one day!

And there you came in to me as a precious gift

What you have bestowed was best of my life

The sacred memories cannot be socially shared

I will bury it in my mind

As a secret treasure

When a gift is given

The giver will be thanked

But, for me, there is no giver

Hence, I thank you my gift and you must be more precious than givers

Let this life go as it goes

Let it end as it ends

Let me pray for one more life

Only you and I know why.