Just Another Way

Sitting here in the room under the silver roof, Her mind was somewhere else, flickering like a strong lightening after a heavy storm. Her thoughts as tender as a flower were brutally shaken and torn, As much that she couldn't think or act. Laid numb on her bed as noise disturbed her time and again. She couldn't believe he was gone, the man who taught her to walk, His sharp features, his moustaches could be still felt by her. She was reminded as of how he hugged her tightly, just to tell her it will all be okay, And just to make her believe in God, narrated the stories of devils and angles. And now, he was gone. He left the unending silence with the uncoverable vacuum, The shallowness tore her apart, she thought it was just another moment. She knew she had to stay strong, but didn't knew for how long, She, before closing her eyes and going to bed, Everyday she was reminded as of how long his father told her with proud "she was his glory". And now, that moment Alas, is just another story!