The Grief Poem

 I must not talk of grief, or should I?

For most know how it feels,

And very less have its lack!

Is this how life deals?

It holds me when I care less and love more,

It holds me when I want the horizon but,

Have not a thing to leave the shore,

I must not talk of grief, or should I?

I'll only speak if you'd like to hear more!

When the others say I know not,

When I seem to be a part of the helpless lot,

When I choose right over my heart,

It holds me when I am just about to start!

I must not talk of grief, or should I?

To bear the emptiness deep inside,

You, my friend, do not need to hide,

Grief, in life, will away stride,

Past the pages, turning to the next!

I must talk of grief, oh yes I must!

Grief is the cause the we're alive,

Yes! You and me, and everybody,

It gives us a gift- hope,

Neatly wrapped in an envelope!

I talk of grief, and I will very much!

I wake up very morning to let go it...

When the first bell of the day rings,

 Hoping  it to be the envelope, I still have a choice,

I ask myself, " I must not talk of grief, or should I?" 

                                                             ~Kripa Sarkar