Blessed

(Specially dedicated to Anusha Prakash and Vibha Prakash)

When life shuts the doors of opportunity,
I feel disappointment welling,
But maybe it’s just my selfishness prying,
At doors that aren’t opening.

I stand by the heavy doors, questioning
The mute walls that don’t even answer,
I try with all my might,
So that I might catch the sun, at least a faint glimmer.

When failures confront, I shake with fear,
But today I remembered, that my sisters are near,
When they’re there to keep me afloat, nothing can go wrong,
When the soul is burdened, they shall lend an ear, and a helping hand.

Thank you, Poetess, for the little song you wrote for me,
It’s full of love, such warmth and makes me believe,
That paradise exists right here—in our own silent cocoon,
When your innocent smile warms my heart, it feels like there are no tomorrows.

Tis the truth, m’dear, it’s not the riches, bountiful, that bring happiness,
Nor erase the crippling pains of having to persist—it is but the compassion,
And the love that overflows,
That dissolves every growing sorrow.

When my sister is here, singing her song,
I feel like simply humming along,
As poetry mingles with gratefulness,
Emotion and pen play a small game.

Thank you, for making life beautiful,
For showing me the rainbow, for teaching me how to find,
Silver-linings behind every murky cloud,
Thank you,
For silver lining my soul.

As long as the writings fingers continue to scribble,
We shall remain sisters, forever.
United by more the a mere love for the language,
Today, in quiet satisfaction, I realize I’m so blessed, to have you both.

I promise to always strive to make you feel,
Like happiness was your claim,
You shan't shed a single tear,
When I'm your umberella.

Just the way you shelter me,
From the wrath of a merciless world,
I shall always stand by you,
The bond shan't sever.

Thank you, with all my heart, for clearing the way,
for someone who never saw a path, who thought it was never there.
Thank you, poetess.

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