Grief Poem by Anirban Dasgupta

We have wandered through the streets,
in flight from a destiny she decides;
in plight of a searing painless ache,
in search of a home outside her four walls.

Her eyes call us back to earth
and he spurns us through the lightless streets;
grief overflows in fruitless tears
as she awakens to lifeless mirth
to depart smiling from doorstep greets.

[In loving remembrance of my mother who died suffering, with a smile]