Time’s overreaching as life murmurs to a close,
A dialogue left incomplete before the season’s changed,
Forced shut before the year drew out.
Stripped of age and run dry of an era,
An element of emptiness dripping down
On those left behind.
And the firmament sends waves like whispers up
To fill your open ears,
Gratitude to fill the skies must overflow,
And I must add my morsel to the meal.
To tell you life is richer, finer…
Because you once were here.
As all settles to dust
And the winds grow calmer even through their
Winter wrath,
I’m hopeful whispers reach beyond the skies,
Just to help you hear a thank you.
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Rhea Dhanbhoora has been writing since childhood, has published a book of poems (Poetry Through Time, published by English Edition in 2003) and is currently a Literature student, writing features as part of a full-time job. She can’t imagine a life without writing and one day hopes to be able to live and breathe off the words, preferably in an idyllic country setting somewhere. Food, music, reading and travel are high up there on the list of things she loves reading and writing about. Writing to her is, like life itself, an adventure – a journey to find her place, to define and redefine who she is over and over again and to live and learn through the process.