The sleep-deprived eyes

Often think of the moments,

Moments that were once

filled with Enthusiasm and joy.

The dry eyes succumb

To the wet thoughts, clinched

Through the subconscious mind

How to erase the old beliefs?

The dried leaves have fallen

From the trees, never going to

Attach again, the life is like that

Momentary and transient.

The weary eyes still ramble

Around the reminiscence of past

Dwindling back and forth

Until the sleep embraces you.

Thoughts, memories, guidance

Of our loved ones never ever die

It remains intact within our hearts

As fresh and lively as a new bloom.

                                              ~ Shivangi Srivastava

                                             Motihari, India