"I have enough time to rest, but I don't have a minute to waste". Come and catch me with your wise words and we will have some fun with our words of wisdom.
I came up with a visual poem “A Call” I wrote back in 2017
A Call
On that Sunday morning,
When the world laughs with their leisure activities
You too have received that call
From afar Distant Home,
On that morning
Just before breakfast was served
Your phone beeps
And you have received that call
From an unknown number
You have heard a Familiar voice
Quite and Quavering
You got a News
The news that nails our heart
And that call
All of a sudden, ripped us apart all at once,
Dark and Gloomy
The world began to fall and fade away
We were left dumb and numb
And you have received that call
That we Exilic brothers were born to bear
That call
which we don’t want to receive
And You have picked it,
And You bowed down to a table
Black and blind, numb and dumb
You left dead in despair
You have received that call
That,,, that,,,,, call
Which I don’t want to receive
That,,, that,,,, call
You have picked and heard
“Your Mother Passed Away”
By: Sonsnow
I was with my mother when she died. One knows it is coming. One is never ready.
True Sasha, I am with you.
One is never ready. We grieve forever.
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Thank You for the share!🙏
A very sad call to receive … 🙏
Yes, the undeniable fact we exilic brothers and sisters have to face, unfortunately.
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So sorry to hear. So beautifully expressed.
Thank You 🙏
Very touching…
Thank You!
This is a very powerful poem Sonam. Thank you.
Thank You for going through it.
I cried at your poem and video 💔
Thank You for stopping by and taking your precious time to read and listen it.