Poem- 4 Gone with the Winds

Poem- 4
Gone with the Winds

The age of reason has played its ruse on this

Adolescent soul waning

Him away from that obligation

Of being friendly to that

Milk of human kindness.

When, that kind-hearted soul

Was around, everything was

Taken for granted and her

Presence was taken lightly.

Today, that touchstone of

Existence went back to the

Pavilion to take the eternal

Rest and the regrets for

Not caring for her and being

In her scheme of things

Come thick and fast gripping

The thought processes in

A stark pedigree.

But it is too little and too

Late to recreate those

Days of fortitude and

Tenderness shown towards

That impetuous one.

The inability to be

 In her parameters,

The loss of that golden

Opportunity to warm up

Towards her and the sweet

Nostalgia about her can not

Be brought back into its

Full swing

Because, life offers no Second chance

When it comes

To that interminable love

Of a mother.