Yet To Recover

I have yet to recover from shock I had cried enough to run out of stock He was just born to be here for few days Only to become memory and taken away Lovely child looked like rose flower No sign of any weakness noticed by her He was our timely for future But alas! He was to remain with us no more Season after season Years by years May remind of his memory To feel only sorry The soul remained for while In his own unique style Had so much to walk in miles But cut short life meanwhile Maybe felt so much at heart Cruel tale of death as an art Its universal acceptance Gone for ever at once Death is very much there as reality only one fear for humanity Just compel them to bow to almighty For asking one thing and that too mercy