Death came to visit us after several years

It trampled upon our healed souls,

It trod upon the bed of long dried tears;

Death knocked gently on our door

It came in disguise,

It shattered our happiness into smithereens

It cut us down to size;

Death came piggy-backed

On a seasonal flu,

It caught us unawares

It hit us without a clue;

Death soft-footed into our home

As a short term visitor,

It played with our little angel

A friend it found in her;

Death made a sharp, swift exit

It bid us a hurried goodbye,

It snuffed out the life from a dear one

And left us with a lifetime to cry;

The little time death stayed with us

It messed up with our mind,

It looted the treasures of joyful living

Making peace so difficult to find;

Death robbed us of our dancing shoes

It took away our singing voice,

Heartache, misery, pity, dejection

Left each of these as our only choice;

Death see-sawed in our heart

Swinging between hope and fear,

It plucked away what we loved the most

When a minute back they breathed so near;

Death put up with us

Like a difficult guest,

It brought gifts of dread and distress

And left them pounding in our chest;

Death punished us for believing

From our loved ones we’d never part,

In the game of faith and despair

It dealt us the gloomiest card;

Death snatched away what belonged to us

Carrying it to a land beyond,

It saddened the place in our heart

That was filled with feelings so fond;

In spite of being unwelcome

Death behaved well with us,

It went away with composure and grace

It left without much of a fuss;

Now, the million pieces of our bereft life

We faintly attempt to pick,

Death should you choose to visit us again

Take us away with you this time

And do be quick.


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ARUNA is a Feature Writer for ehotelier.com and Columnist with Hospitality.Net – the world’s two highest ranked Hospitality publications. A Freelance Writer since 1987, Aruna is also an avid blogger and a published poet; with two anthologies to her credit. Her writings have appeared in several national and international publications. With over 16 years of experience with some of India and Asia's top hotel brands, Aruna is a seasoned Corporate Communications Specialist, PR Strategist and Writer who has taken a sabbatical, after holding the position of the Director - Public Relations at The Imperial New Delhi, in order to work on book projects - on Public Relations & Communications, Hotels, Food and India respectively. In 2002, in a national Newspaper poll, Aruna was voted as the best Hospitality PR Professional by a cross-section of peers from competition hotels, guests, industry experts and stalwarts from the PR world.
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Some very powerful Ink thank for sharing (from Larry Tyler

Bharat Mathur

A remarkably poignant rendition of the ultimate truth in all our lives!
Thank you, Aruna Ji, for the poetic narration of a devastating event!

Maria Lehtman

Beautiful and touching, Aruna! I remember when I was young and went through such an experience, it felt very much like the sudden finite experience you describe here. Nothing in the world and within me was the same again. It took me years to wrap my head around what had happened.