Quote by Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Grief comes in tides, dark shadows in deep, A sudden, silent gulf where timeless treasures sleep, A hole, it tears, a hole that will never fill, And begs us to keep living, when joy has come to an end. The dark, dark path, deep in the woods, With heavy hearts, we walk, burnt in grief. In the achiest of ache, the quiet, pushing pain, for memories rise, like sunlight after rain. The times we once shared, a thread of radiant gold, Stretched, not torn, a story yet to be told, The grief-wet eyes, in the dark, dark days, Now they see the dawn-filled sky, for deep in the soul, a flower has opened, in the stream of tears, watering the soil. For those truly loved, no death can touch, those once held, no death can steal, They live in the deep, in the flowering of memories.”

Quote by Jayita Bhattacharjee