Life ends in mid of the way!

This poem is a small reflection to what I have experienced after my elder sister's demise. It comes from my deepest heart. I miss her! 

Standing amidst the woods,

She smiled at me from far away.

Her body illuminated white radiance;

The glow grows stronger day by day.

Sometimes I try to reach her,

But somehow I always lose my way.

Sometimes I feel her next to me,

When at nights, I recite a melancholy lay.

In her sights she wants me to know,

The story of her life, maybe slay.

If I can, I want to help her,

But I have no hints to how I may!

Her smile hides a plethora of emotions,

Of sorrow, grief, despair and dismay.

But I need her to know, what she lost was a life;

It ends as such, always in mid of pain or mid of gay.

Copyrights to Mandovi Jadon.