Stars stop twinkling and the moon starts drowning in the ocean of emptiness
With the vanishing darkness, the sun rises
The whole city is wrapped with anxiety, delectation and cheer
As the most awaited festival Dussehra is one day near
The day which will burn all the sin, sorrow and pain
Life will be delighted with good health, wealth and happiness gain
With a golden opportunity to restart again
But after a sleepless night, that little girl is still sitting near the window of the clinic
With agony clogged mind tear flooded eyes & heart heavied with unending panic
Fully immersed in analysing-
If there is always victory of God over the devil
And good over evil
Then what is the mistake of her innocent soul
For which she is being dragged deeper and deeper into the suffering hole
Why so many obstacles in her mission to dream college!
Why is she being snatched away with all her confidence and courage!
Why the ten year long forecasted success now seems only as a mirage!
Ssssshhhh……halt to her dwelling in the past present future
When she only she is compelled to enter the operation theatre
Without her permanent armour, her mother and father
With the trembling first step on the o.t floor
Out of chocked tear conflated with fear her entire body starts to shiver
Within no minutes anaesthesia clothes her whole body
Because the doctor knows she can not see herself bloody
Now she becomes stagnant and feeling less
The only thing she perceives is swirling black lace around her face
For her is it Goddess Durga’s grace !!!???
After a long time, she listens doctor saying-
It is Almighty’s glory
Operation successful and now nothing to worry
When she opens her eyes
She sees a blend of joy and tears
In the face of her beloved father
Which she had never seen before
She promises at the moment at any cost not to hurt him further
The way the little girl loves her father and he values her
Defines the sacred relation between father and daughter
©ruchiabhisikta

SMiLes in the Northern Hemisphere at Least
Most Every Culture Has Some Kind of Celebration
oF LiGHTS Or Creativity in Warmth of Humanity
To Mark the Passage
oF LiGHT Falling
Away And the Birth
of DarK That Fall Brings
in Winter Frozen Soils of
Soul Only To Eventually Be
Fertilized By Fall Leaves For Spring
Green And Summer Flowers Again
SMiLes Hehe if Your Poem is Not Metaphor
And You Really Went into Surgery i Am So
Happy You Made it Through Yet Clouds Make
Sunshine Real Death Makes Life Real And Oh
How Sacred And Holy the Moment is When We
Come Back to Life And LiGHT Returns For DarK in However
That May Come For Parents And FRiEnDS Who Birth Their Loved
Ones IN LiGHT
too Dear Ruchi
Anyway Marry the
Night Merry the Day
Appreciated in Such Holy
And Sacred Way DarK Creates LiGHT..:)
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Thank you dear friend for your sweet words❤And this poem is not metaphor, but a reality of past.
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In That
Case i Am
So Happy
Dear Ruchi
Recovered
And Is Still With Us❤️🙏
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So endearing and powerful, more power to you! And happy Navaratri!❤️
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Thank you Visakha for having a read❤Couldn’t wish you Navaratri in time, but sending you love and power🌼
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Reblogged this on Nelsapy.
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Honoured🌼
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