21/05/2022
A home once bubbling with life,
Of a beautiful woman and lovely kids,
Has now become dead suddenly.
A home once bubbling with noise,
From the voices of a beautiful woman
and lovely kids,
Has now become silent as a grave yard.
A home once bubbling with songs of joy
and laughter welcoming me home.
Has now become a place of loneliness, sadness and grief welcoming me home.
Now I can only hear the echoes of my lonesome voice,
As if from a distant land.
As the memories of the happy days
keep hunting my shattered mind.
But how can I let them know how deeply I'm hurting?
How can I let them know there once existed beauty all around with love at home so Divine?
How do I expect them to know it without feeling it?
Now they ask if I'm the only one...
Sometimes I wonder what lessons we must learn only through this torture.
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