Get Your Premium Membership

The Idol

Breathed his last, On dear's lap. Each cells of her immersed in deep sorrow, From that sorrow, a glow has Risen, consecrated an idol At the deepest of her heart. Illuminated that idol, With never ending memories, Prayed, worshipped and loved, That idol till her last breath.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 11/20/2017 2:17:00 AM
Sometimes with loss of a dear, we forget to reach out to the light that made them and focus on the darkness that took them. This is nice Binoy.
Login to Reply

Book: Reflection on the Important Things