An Ode To The Departed Poem by Kamal Prashar

He sleeps besides her in the bed

Upon her trust she holds his head

Words of love come out instead

For he departs away in the Morn



"O Lord you're mine so good and kind"

He came a storm in her mindless mind

A gem so true she never would find

For he submits to Her in the Morn



A feel of the gift in her motherly womb

She weeps a fall in the time of his doom

Their life to be dreary, dark and gloom

For he fares her well away in the Morn



"O Lady you're mine forever I court

A smiling adiós' just bit of a sport"

His lips conjoin with curve of a sort

When he departs away in the Morn