You'Re Still Alive In My Sad World Poem by nimal dunuhinga

'Yet sometimes when the light moves slowly west,
And bells summon a faithful few for prayers,
I see his shadow picking a bouquet.
To live in memory is to be alive.'

[For my grandfather who started to work in the coal mines of West Virginia when he was twelve years old.]-A Hymn to Frost
Sandra Fowler

Who said you're gone
I didn't see any obituary notice
and I hear the whispers
in the wind..............like poems
I copied one for your kind perusal,
Here that comes like a witness
that you're still alive in my sad World?

for Mamta a small birthday present!

nimal p.dunuhinga