For Meeta
She loved the poetry
of Emily Bronte and Shakespeare
She brought back the words to my eyes
and their beauty to my ears.
Never will I doubt their woe
as I feel their anguish in my heart
and rue the fate of mortal beings
as from their friends they part.
Never again will time go by
without casting awhile a backward glance
On those who loved and lost, and learned
Never commit thy time to chance.
Copyright © Upasana Saraf | Year Posted 2016
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