"So there I stood, with a heart full of tears and dry eyes, my gaze fixed on her lifeless body, The hands that once caressed her soft skin were now placing her on the funeral pyre, My lips longed to call her darling one last time, but even the crow inside my mouth refused to caw, Her night-sky colored hair wrapped around my fingers as I placed her hand on the wooden log, It felt as though she was beckoning me to join her in eternity, Like a loyal commander, my consciousness poured from my fingertips into her soothing hair and into her heart, as if I were dropping ink from my pen into my poems, Before bidding the final farewell, I reached into my back pocket, retrieved a blue case, and placed it in the front pocket of her gown, From her daughter's first day at kindergarten to her graduation, I am still there, standing"




© balpreet singh