These Are Just Empty Words Poem by utsav dhital

she was born
as the youngest daughter to her mother
women,
filled with beauty and brain
humors
fine with the lessons that didn't make to textbook
courageous and rare to fire anything on heart,
to keep her wills up.

He shared unspoken bond,
precious than diamonds,
probably untravelled then trend's list
written in his heart by faith

she was a gift to him
that made him merry
joyous perhaps
it warmed his heart when she said
'Love' with festive smile on her voice

Today
there is neither sun or rains in the road
to enjoy, laugh and dance
for the life he has
he feels
he is naked to a deathbed
corpse covered by the piece of cloth