All Around

Sometimes when I miss you, I miss having your grave to go,

To sit there for hours and talk my heart to you,

To light a candle and present some flowers near your gravestone,

It could have given me some peace, maybe but,

It is not possible,

Then I feel you are all around me,

Immersed in Ganges your ashes are part of that water,

That keeps cycling and has touched every partical in atmosphere,

You are all around me now, In the blue of the sky,

In serenity of rivers, even in oceans,

In the air that touch my skin and heart within,

In the snow peaked mountains or a part of desert’s sand,

And being an immortal soul somewhere above in heaven,

Looking down and smiling at me,

You are with me till eternity,

And after feeling your presence all around,

I no longer long for visiting you in graveyard,

To feel your presence while you are lying under the ground.

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© 2019 Meenakshi Sethi, wings of poetry

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