My Story
They said she was brave,
They had the courage she gave,
As all of them gathered,
They spoke about the time they were together,
Everyone had something to say,
Some of childhood,
Some of how she stood.
Granny was my hero,
She never called me a zero.
We got married when she said yes,
She looked so beautiful in a white dress,
For me she is still my part
Till my soul departs.
She was a dreamer,
She was smart,
Her life had everything,
One would aim with a dart.
She had followers,
Her smile captured hearts,
But she was walking alone,
From roads to marts.
She gave me this book of hers,
Sending a message through the nurse,
She had written of how she felt,
At least her eulogy be her own words.
She said,
I am the story, only I can tell.
Since your heaven could be my hell.
My good days had silence,
Your good days were noise,
When I saw depth,
You saw height,
So I am the story only I can tell.
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Every life is a mystery, we end up de-mystifying. Do not form opinions be it good or bad. I am the story, only I can tell.
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