For Dear Bou Poem by ritty patnaik

as she lies here frail and forlorn
with arms spread out and limbs tied
she writhes in discomfort
for loosing the freedom
she loved best.

for life is ebbing
the soul, ready for release
to another world........
who knows......
in the new world,
if pretty flowers will bloom for her,
or birds will sing their merry songs.
who knows, if she will be born again
amongst her own.

there is an aura of silence
yet this night speaks a lot.
i hope not this is the end
or dare to think of a beginning
of the souls journey
to its destination.!