To My Sister Poem by Priyaranjan Ojha

Cry not dear sister, cry not
I am here.
Wipe those sad tears now
For I will be there.
A pretty angel's face never suits tear
Speak your heart, I want to hear.
No longer you are to convoy your grief
Free it dear, let it fly to the sky,
Or, swamp it to the flows of the stream.
Instead, do cherish the sweet memories
That will bring life to the late one.
Blind is not God, neither possesses a cruel heart
To separate a loving sister from her caring brother.
It is the ultimate mystery of human life
That we lose and get at the same time.
Oh my sister, do not deprive
A waiting brother with earnest wish
Of witnessing the pleasure of your smiling face.
Cry not dear sister, cry not
For I am here, your brother is here!