Poetry

'And the day came silently
                           of your final goodbye
 and I am still searching for your presence
                           with those tears dry.

 where have you gone, 
                          it's impossible to drive an estimation, 
 but I can be assured, it's 'Heaven'
                          that's your final destination.

 bowing down empty handed
                          with a bag of mixed emotions, 
 wondering is it life or death? 
                          which has gained here, the domination.

 colossal was the pains, 
                          and life's hard till your last breath, 
 for others it may be a life lost, 
                          but for you it's a 'worthy death'.

 no-one could comprehend
                          the dimension of your unending pains,  
 although now, the swing of your life's pendulum
                          couldn't be regained.

 you played well, the role of your life
                          with lots of good deeds
 still it'd terminated in this way, 
                          maybe it's due to god's own 'greed'.

 your life was a burden, still you fought undefeated
                          till the last breath, 
 for others it may be a life lost, 
                          but for you it's truly a 'worthy death'...'