Staring far into the horizon I stood
\nWatching the sun retire for the day,
\nAdieu! The word hath always been heartrending,
\nTruly! A farewell isn\u2019t painful unless
\nYou are never going to say hello again!<\/p>\n
What is so Good about GoodBye I wonder?
\nEvery death like farewell and birth like reunion I ponder
\nBut the day has to go for the night to come
\nHow else will you applaud the creator
\nFor the marvel of the moon,\u00a0 the stars and the planets so clear?<\/p>\n
Mother says Death and Birth are the same,
\nFor they are just experiences like any other,
\nShe simply laid for us, the truth so profound
\nTreat every moment with love and respect,
\nBe Optimistic Child for you never know
\nGrace of Lord shines when we least expect.<\/p>\n
I may have stood there all night
\nAh ! Here is that first\u00a0 streak of sunlight
\nGood morning says the sun beaming,
\nI knew you would come, old friend,
\nFor\u00a0 I’d seen you lingering at the horizon
\nTo soothe and comfort my moaning heart.
\nOften the best things are said at the end
\nLot of time chatting nothing people spend
\nThen linger at the door for that special moment
\nTo say something that rushes from the heart.<\/p>\n
Mother this child also awaits your grace,
\nThe never ending night has taken me into its embrace
\nExhausted to the core, but not\u00a0 Doomed,
\nTo bring me a beautiful day full of aspirations
\nLife! I know it\u2019s a battle between you and me
\nIf defeated, I would die a brave soldier,
\nFor I want to hear you acknowledge that
\nGods child I am , You have met your match !!!<\/p>\n
— Preeti<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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