Namita Singh Poet Lyric

Grief, My Friend

Grief, My Friend

My phone rang at 7 in the morning
I was still asleep
The loud ringing, stirred me strong
Woke me up from the depths deep

Half awake I picked it up
And said a weak hello
On the other end was my sister
Her shaky voice, hollow

She called my name
And I just knew something has gone awry
Her voice was full of horror and despair
Her heart sounded heavy

‘Papa is no more’ she said
The words slapped me right in the face
Jolted from the stupor I was
My shattered pieces scattered all over the place

I packed my suitcase, I packed my life
What was there left to pack anyway
Her words still haunt me, tear me apart
I will never forget that day

My father died that day and with him
Died a part of me
Smile on my face, sorrow in my heart
Grief, the colour of my soul shall be

My constant companion now is my pain
My loss is now my concerned friend
But there is hope and anticipation in the fact
That we will meet again - ‘In the End’

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