Ghazal After Her Passing
A ghazal along with some ghazal facts
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3 min readMay 29, 2021
Grief leads to faith and tries to start again -
make plunging in your saving art again.
The frangipani flower had to fall -
how dumb to think we’d never part again.
Prize an empty house, despite the pain
and let aloneness smart and smart again.
Beware the gang of sorrows in the dark —
you need not pull her rose apart again.
Bite the lemon, wake the loser mouth,
let days and nights taste sharp and tart again.
Her curve’s no longer climbing up your chart —
run free and find your athlete heart again.
Why hunt, Bonehead, among the phantom trees?
Her heart stopped. Yours must start again.
Here is another ghazal of mine on Medium:
