Elegy

Mocking at my writings, yet, reading them Why did you, dearest daughter, flee from me? Why, Oh death, have you snatched from me my gem? I saw you going to bed full of glee Wishing me ‘good night’ with the sweetest kiss Why did you, dearest daughter, flee from me? What's now, tell me, dear, here on earth, my bliss? Why have you flown far like a migrant bird? Wishing me ‘good night’ with the sweetest kiss Loud laughter, that, each morning, I had heard Are silenced now, all sounds, like muted flutes? Why have you flown far like a migrant bird? Far from mundane have you found newer routes? Midst, the hullabaloo of days and nights Are silenced now, all sounds, like muted flutes? You have excelled at the highest of heights Mocking at my writings, yet, reading them Midst, the hullabaloo of days and nights Why, Oh death, have you snatched from me my gem? 14 February 2023