Home Alone - A Accolade and Homage To My Pretty Lotus by Dr Ram Lakhan Prasad - HTML preview

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WHO WAS SHE?

 

She was my strong raft in the rapids of my life,

She was my peace in the midst of all strife.

She was the needed shore to shipwrecked

soul,

She was the strongest bridge to my life-long

goal.

 

She was the greatest finish of an adorable run,

She was the shine when there was no sun.

She was my rope to hold when I started to fall,

She was my beloved wife and she was my all.

She was my Pretty Lotus of my lovely pond,

She was my angel whose memories are fond.

 

 

OUR INSTINCTUAL

LOVE

 

When it came to look at a loving couple,

Weren’t we called the perfect double?

There was romance, love, and laughter,

In the deep love that we shared together.

We cared enough to listen to each other,

To honestly trust to understand each other.

To build a life together that was no other,

Side by side and hand in hand living together.

We both knew that we were the luckiest souls,

Truth beauty and goodness were our goals.

Through ups and downs and give and take,

Our love just kept on growing in the lake.

We searched and found the best in each other,

She saw the best in me and I saw no other.

I guess it took the two of us to perfect tango,

To make our rich family life hard to forego.

 

 

Love Flourishes

 

When we are in love we have many wishes,

Life’s full of laughter and many kisses.

Losing that loved one is tragic indeed,

Life’s not the same, memories bleed.

Dreams galore even in the open eyes,

Sorrows create tears in the sad eyes.

When the love departs and is no more,

These joyful eyes create tears galore.

Every heartbeat keeps telling a story,

Life then loves living but with her glory.

She’s gone but the fond memories remain,

Love flourishes even in rough thundery rain.

 

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