A dream to cherish

A dream to cherish

“73 yrs with Mom”

as luck comes to some

blest with boons the best

what many intently quest

but left, it is only to lord

to whom, it, He will accord

the man’s greatest asset

that Lord Himself does covet.

Maybe, by deeds pious

done, in the life previous

on us, the boons is blest

to get, treasure the best.

Spitting at the span as very long

curse us, many wishes, wrong.

as the cruel time flees fast

even eons, eras do not last.

Now I only grievously sigh

as within twinkle of an eye

vanished she as a dream

deserting me to scream

for my life, the rest

losing the asset the best.

P K Routray

in the service of Lord

(My mother left for her heavenly abode at the age of 92. I was born when she was nineteen.)