Let only the best things remain
There is tears, hurt and pain;
You feel the dust before the rain…..
There is concrete among the blossoms
There’s always a clearing in the dense forest;
There is always a light
Beyond the seemingly unending cave…….
Hands you had once held,
That warm cuddle……
Eyes that pampered-
The eternal drizzle……
Just when you think
The end is far away;
Right around the corner….
Stands all dismay.
The end is here
And you see it approving
Of how things have been;
How stealthily it had been approaching…….
The content lies not in denial,
Winnowing brings the clarity-
That certain memories never die;
They are hopes in all depravity.
Yes, let only the best things remain…..
There is tears, hurt and pain.
You felt the dust,
But sang again in the rain.