His Last Sigh

HIS LAST SIGH

        In budding youth, we were tied with emotional bond,
         being extremely fond 
         of each other, enjoying life in merry and mirth.
        Call of life separated us to choose different path.
        Least and last consolation left, that we are living on same Earth.

         Phone calls or to message,
         greeting cards to exchange
         throughout the year were the mere contacts.
          These consolidated facts
          strengthened our virtual closeness    
           continuing mental freshness.

          Today was my Birthday.
          With eager heart
          expecting warm wishes and pray
          on his part.
         
           Instead, message burst.	
          ‘My Grandpa passed away this morn
           at early dawn.
           He remembered you in silent cry
            on last sigh.’ 

 09/01/21
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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