The cycle of life and death is eternal
That spares no one;
The one who is born must inevitably die
But human frailty wants to cling and hold on;
The shackled soul is tied in knots
Of love and longing, attachment and bonding.
And as we age, we begin to dread
Losing our loved ones…
We wish our parents alone, are spared death
And given eternal life…
Death of parents hurts like none other
Letting them go the toughest
You yearn for their presence
And long for an impossible return.
Time heals wounds of loss
And pain ebbs gradually,
All that is left is memories
And dreams that help us relive….