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The words incite feelings so forlorn
A primal emotion of grief
All is lost, with nothing to gain.
The heaviest coffins are often the smallest
Those little ones with their smiles so earnest
And the proud parents standing close behind
Hoping that no evil befalls their precious child.
Alas fate has no sense of emotion
No feeling of joy or pain
It merely exists as a reminder to us
That reality is oftentimes too painful to bear.
Some children lose their parents to age
Some children lose their parents to crime
But something that no parent wishes for
Is for their own child to die before their time.
Life is all but a tasteless charade
A mere quest to find some form of meaning
All that one really has to live for
Is to find something worth believing in.
Life may be long; it may be short
Fate being nothing but a risky gamble
One must always face these situations
With a sense of defeat and acceptance.
Losing a loved one is a pain like no other
Something that no amount of mourning can ever cure
But what one can do to move forwards
Is to accept it as a loss against life.
There is no way to prepare for death
Nothing to do to lessen the pain
All we can do to honour those we lost
And live our lives remembering their names
Accepting grief, loss and pain
Is a process that takes years or even decades
But what it gives when finally achieved
Is a memory to honour the ones who passed on.
Aryaman Neelakantan, 11 ISC