My Wife In Heaven Poem by Chris Prabu

Why do you still keep her
In your painful heart?
People ask me with concern.
"She, a passing cloud
No more in your sky"
Pouring advice from all directions.




Do they know?
She, not a passing cloud
But the revolving moon.
Her memories may waning and waxing
But forever revolves around me
And makes my life shine.



She, perhaps, a lifeless, withered flower
Dried, decomposed and in decay
But the rich, affluent fragrance
She spreads over my life
Is eternal and imperishable
Till my last breath.



"She just an nightmare
Scattered and dissipate in halfway"
You may claim.
But, She is a pleasant bunch of memories
Which should keep alive in mind
For the rest of the days.