Compassion by Dr Ram Lakhan Prasad - HTML preview

I am ready to paint a picture of my love

This would be the same picture of God

above

God is great and so was my Pretty

Lotus

I feel God's presence so I do of my

Pretty Lotus

I have a very clear vision of both the

faces

They both keep passing me their

graces.

I have written over a thousand verses

I know how I feel when I get any curses

I always know just what I would do

When my love is pronounced true

I will keep writing about my love divine

I would praise my love in every line.

Singing her praise on my own accord

I know she is in safe hand of the lord

I bow down in prayers for my love each

day

I had said a lot but still have words to

say

I want to paint, write and sing as well

To resurrect the soul that in heaven

dwell.

Death is neither the end nor the final

word

It is a temporary separation I have

heard

It has no power at all to keep us apart

Our love is forged deeply in this heart

Death only is a veil to shield us from

view

It cannot ever disconnect me from you.

My grief keeps reminding to love her

more

To express myself freely and do a lot

more

To feel more deeply and love more fully

In the end we will both enjoy life wholly

I have lost my most precious treasure

No one is able to do a correct measure.

My loneliness reminds me that I still

have

All the fond memories that I still have

Of all that I once was and all I can be

Are the gifts that my Pretty Lotus gave

me

The memories would make me live my

life

What is left of me is to love my beloved

wife.

I dearly miss her when I visit the places

That we have been creating as our

spaces

I dearly miss her in the day and the

night

The greatest pain is at dawn's first light

My sorrows increase when she isn't

around

I miss her dearly when she is not

found.

My loneliness increases when nights

come on

When I'm alone at home when the day

is done

The picture I draw of her has no special

way

I feel I'll see her tomorrow as I did

yesterday

The longing has no limit and no special

time

The pain of separation is in my every

rhyme.