Submitted by : Swati Randev
Student, at the International School Bangkok, Thailand.
Email address : swati_83@hotmail.com
Does it…?
Work load
Career stress
Studies' burden
Emotional tensions
Does life have to be this way…?
Cheating people
Corrupt politicians
Bribing riches
Influential celebrities
Do people have to be this way…?
Religious fights
Jealous murders
Territorial conflicts
Nuclear warfare
Does death have to be this way…?
AIDS/HIV
Cancer
Arthritis
Leprosy
Does misery have to be this way…?
Illegal property gain
An enemy's death
High-society connections
Superficial luxuries
Does happiness have to be this way…?
Submitted by : Swati Randev
About : Student at International School Bangkok, Thailand.
Email address : swati_83@hotmail.com
Journey to Eternity
Why the tears…?
I have to let go of my fears.
I’ve lost something that was never supposed to be mine.
Yet, as I look up and see those stars shine,
I know he’s there…
Getting into gear
To look over me,
However far he may be.
I know he’s watching
To check and see if I’m getting
All those blessings
That he keeps sending.
I know he’s there
All the time: in the air,
In the darkness, in the light,
However dull or be it bright.
I feel his presence
Even in his absence,
Recollect my memories,
That he too carries,
Remember those lovely times
When I sat in his lap and cried,
When I ran to him for cover
And he held me till it was all over.
His eyes, his touch, his smell;
The very thought of them still makes my heart swell,
Causes the tears to appear,
And then falls that dreadful tear.
Reminding me of how helpless I’d been:
Just stood there and only seen
That blank look on his face,
Causing my pulse to race,
Bringing dreadful thoughts to my mind,
Pleading nature to be a little more kind.
But I knew deep down
That now came the frown…
He was leaving me,
To go far, far away and let me be.
And then he was gone.
Without a word or a yawn.
I’d stood there baffled,
While the rest of them hassled.
I closed my eyes
And heard the cries
And felt for the very last time,
Him leaving his shrine…
Looking back I realise
That all those cries
Were for him to know
That he wasn’t supposed to go.
But he did,
And like a kid
I cry when I remember him
And the times that’d been.
Every time I tell myself
To have control on myself
Because it was inevitable.
No one is able
To avoid the almighty death.
So, just take a deep breath
And watch out for the hay
That he sends my way.
And thank him
For just being him
And watching over me,
Helping me be
That wonderful granddaughter,
That grandpa always desired.
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