Now:
I am just a statue,
made of salt,
so how can I cry?
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Premji, your sister's wonderful thoughts shine through her poetry and her life has not been in vain in spite of the injustice of her illness and death. Thanks for sharing her poetry with all of us.
really heart wrenching..! ! ! i m speechless of what comments shall i give..
why, it happens.where is god at that point.these are the questions we ask again and again.but we get no answer.i can only try to understand the pain u and yr sis went through.god bless her soul.
Oh, God! Very touching truly. I am a fifteen year old myself & it always make me wonder why is there suffering, why is there pain, sorrow, & disease? I wish to work to help ease all this pain... I pray that Silssa, wherever she is, is now happy, joyful & loved & loving!
I can very well understand the pains of yours over the loss of a young bud in your family, as I have also sufferred over the death of my brother who died of cancer with agonising pain. At one stage we all prayed God to take him away soon when we saw his suffering with unbearable pain and he was given a massive dose of pain killers. Oh God, no one should get this cancer in his or her life.
The great art of poetry writing runs in the family. Silssa had great skills too.
'Every known philosophy is meaningless when it is applied on our beloveds; it is a universal truth, bitter! ' Yes Premji, it is correct no body can console you and family. You got a heavy loss. My heart felt, sincere condolences for the loss of your beloved sister. And as I said earlier, I will include Silssa in my regular prayers.
....and let my tears be the ladder of heaven you may go....' and I cried '...thank you Silssa...may the wonderful God bless your way...I love you....
Each prayer will be answered. So will be your's. Nice write.
let be calm and silence rule over us......... let the soul lay in peace......
Superb write. You are indeed a poet worthy of the name. You must continue to write beautiful verses for her sake. Beyond marks. Always your friend, Sandra
’…One dropp of tear: nothing before a sea! ...’ Aye! ! ! billionth fractions of sincere tear dropp can make Mountain to walk and even GOD. I repeat GOD. As Ramakrishna [RK] said, God is ‘Quick-Eared’. I trust very much the way you squeezed out words from your bruised heart surely your sister got a warm ‘Divine-Lap’ of RK where she is happy. But I rate [ten+++] as I’m a poet despite all trauma as your co-sharer. Regards, dr.sakti