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June 15, 2011 Off By Purbarag P. Choudhury

The beautiful garden now stands alone

The one who nurtured is now gone

The flowers still bloom and the sun still shine

The rain falls like tears for the ones left behind

The weeds lay waiting to take the beauty away

But the memories of its keeper shall forever stay

She loved every flower and every weed

With love and care she planted each little seed

And like her flowers, she was but a part of His plan

When the time came He reached down His hand

Looking through the garden searching for the best

When He found her, He told her to rest

And thus she was laid on her flowery bed

But before departing onto them she said

“When you miss me, just remember me and wait

I’ll come to you and meet you at the gate.”

 

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