Every Day I Walk To Her Poem by TITIKSHA SINGHAL

Everyday I walk to her
holding some tears in my eyes
And sit by the stone next to the place
where somewhere her body lies.

I confront the stream of my tears
while reading her name
again and again
Precisely engraved on the stone besides.

For as long as I sit beside her grave
I realize a part of my heart
throbbing deep inside the earth
As the flood of memories arise.

And then I felt the warm sun
directly at my zenith
And then how suddenly it walked to
The empty space at my side.

Finally, I walked back to my place
after spending my day
with dawn and dusk and ‘her’
along with frequent tears that
After every instant arrived.

And now by lying on my eternal bed
I feel the relief I ever felt
That I have gained what I had lost
In my grave, and her’s besides…