“Time is the best healer” I was often told,
But each passing moments and new seasons
Spout out tears of nostalgia
For the one I lost and the times gone by.
God understands my melancholy.
I searched amongst man, who could relate to me,
To share my grief for the one I pined for.
From the depth of my blues and ebbing spirit
I looked up for solace.
God understands my melancholy.
From up there, He looked down in melancholy.
Sympathy and love, I saw in His gaze.
Then He told me ‘dear, I feel nostalgic too
At this time of the year’.
God understands my melancholy.
“See, this is the season my son left me
To be born on earth as a mere human
And to face a death so terrible that
I could not look at His face”.
God understands my melancholy.
“My only son died that all may live” He said.
And my Dad died to live again with Him.
Our melancholy morphed into love and peace
As we walk hand in hand.
God understands my melancholy.
Lumding November 3, 2020
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