With dry eyes I looked down
There he is ...My dream My hope
Six feet under the ground
No more colorful gifts
No floral bouquets or movie tickets
Just a red rose on his grave..
I mourned for him
I cried ...
I tried...
But he is soo still..may be lost
And I am searching....
because I believe ...far away from reality
there is a oasis of serenity
©jyoti
J