The Treasury of Memories by Dr Ram Lakhan Prasad - HTML preview

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Saroj Is The Pretty Lotus Of

These Gardens

 

I want to shout and I also want to cry

I want to hide and I also want to try

From all pain and sorrow but how can I

It was not that easy to say final goodbye

I want to scream and I also want to run

My life is very empty and there is no fun

It happened to me but I say why oh why

I want to move on but I cannot even try

I loved my beloved more than she knew

She left me all shattered when she flew

The passing away has hurt pain is deep

All my promises I was not able to keep

The tender loving care she gave is here

Love she showered is so deep and dear

How can I forget no one is able to tell me

Go on erase fond memories, don’t tell me

My mind views her movie of love and care

Nothing’s faded, her photos I sit and stare

I loved her and keep the love lamp burning

Half a century of memory is still churning

Memories are treasured and live in my heart

That is where I’ll make my garden so smart

Lakhan’s heart has many memorial gardens

His Saroj is the pretty lotus of these gardens.

 

 

No One Is Here

 

I gave you my all and I am trying so hard, I am

trying my best

I am trying to live my life without your head

on my chest

Thou art no more is hard to believe but I have

to accept

You’re still living in my heart that has not

slept but wept

You were there to guide me but I do not know

what to do

I cook, I shop and I go for a ride but all these

are without you

There is no desire there is no inspiration and I

am confused

I wanted to come and join you but yam doot

has refused

It is hard to live in the present when the mind

dwells in the past

I do not know what I have lost and I know not

how long this will last

I live in a world of loneliness and am drowning

in the lake of sorrow

I am struggling to move on but all the roads

have become so narrow

Lakhan longs to live the same caring and

loving life you gave him

His beloved Saroj is gone and no one is here to

be with him.