Washing Away My Grief....

Wish to wash my sadness away.... (This is not a poem, just her words in her last letter) Not by monsoons or rain showers, I'm wet through and through, I have walked this path of lifelong enough, hunger for the means of life, legs too heavy to stand up, today I realize, I am tired of living, no more struggle, no more hassles, no more reminders, no more memories, if you will come tomorrow, I am not there anymore, there is only tea for you and also for your spouse, no more visits, no more requests, no more candles to be lighted, no more cigarettes to get a fire for, no more pearls to string, nothing more to spend, nothing more to get, you are like my own daughter to me, that I was not allowed to get, you have kept all my secrets, you have spared me for my greatest sorrow, I have no more wishes, you are like the angel in my dreams, who always looks for me faithfully, sweet girl, no tears, tomorrow you will come to visit me again, then I have forever gone.... Yesterday Mrs. P. has told me as I have reported above may she rest in peace, Mrs. P. has no family.... May God be with her….