Bound by Death

-- these thoughts are just few words reflecting feelings (being abondonwd by their father) of someone I knew well , who passed away..

Was I a gift given to you

Or were you brought to me,

This question will haunt me,

till eternity. 

Why did my presence

Not halt your indiscretions,

Mired my life with strife 

deter you not from decisions.

I heard that you thought of us

I heard that you cared

I also heard, when Maa died

You felt no despair

There was no effort anytime

To reach out to us;

Busy with new things to do,

We'ere our of focus. 

Strongly did we live our lives

I think I should boast,

Like a twining flowering bloom

Without a pillar or post

Today I breathed my last breath

And see from where I stand

What did not happen in our lives 

In death we joined hands.

Manjari