Sonnet - 10 Poem by Shankaran Kutty

There is no greater sorrow than to part
From those you would die to save
Whose memories does fill our heart
Memories, we would take to the grave
Every leaf that flutter, every silent drop
Of rain that rests on the window sill
Would bring the grieving heart to a stop
How one wishes they were around still
Yet we know, it is futile to weep
For those who are gone are gone
Let their dreams be our promises to keep
Let those dreams usher in a fresh dawn
For as true as our sighs, each living breath
Would visit us all one day, the messenger of death