The Left Overs Poem by lalitha iyer

are we the left overs
all good men are over
the game is over
and there is only the cover
are we the left overs?

when the cream is done with
and the fruits are finished with
memories alone stick on
our dear loved ones just stickers on....

in search of my mother
to find a heart matching hers
I travelled to hearts a lot
just left with her witty stride

she is gone,
but the world of hers
ranging from music to mundanity
winning to sacrificing for unity
it's with me, the left overs

left overs carry
what has gone
leaving behind the good ones
they remind us of the best ones past

all the beautiful poets
sincere and true minded beings
the true knights and holy queens
the guardian spirits left us behind

just to remind the truth
that left overs are sweet too
but sweetest memories spring
from their presence, about the absence.....