The soul isn’t meant to rest in peace
for the soul is ethereal, the soul is free,
the soul flies away to worlds unseen,
leaving to ashes and dust the body they’d been.
No eulogy to express what your life meant to mine;
suffice to say that all I am is due to endeavours thine…
Death kept no calendar, dear departed, so fare thee well…
It will not do, in the misery of the dead past to dwell.
You were Nature and it’s only natural you returned to the elements,
became one with the Mother, no possessions, no raiment.
First with water, then fire, then the earth and lo! all in the air…
You’re right here in my heart, who says you’ve gone anywhere?
What you were lives on in this life you touched till the very end,
mother and teacher, guide and friend…
From the eye of the golden halo, you’re with me in spirit –
in the night through the moon and stars, in the morning through dawn’s mist…
All earthly love, dear soul, is doomed love, all is meant to cease –
know that on earth you were most loved; and know, I too have learned to be at peace!
(Dedicated to a dearly missed departed soul.)
© Isha garg
Doodle by Isha Garg