Santosh Rathod

The saddest thing
It’s hard to say
Is seeing you on
Your last day.

I take it for granted,
Though I see you a lot,
Just how much you do
And your kind thought.

You helped me understand
Things I couldn’t before.
I can’t bear to watch you
Walk out of that door.

Though I’ll miss you,
I know indeed
You’ll do great out there
Planting new seeds.

“What seeds”, you are asking
“Why can’t I see?”
But you have already
Planted one in me.

It will grow and grow,
As I learn more and more.
Each day I’ll remember
What you taught me before.

I’m happy for you
To plant more seeds.
I know they will grow
Without any weeds.

There won’t be weeds.
Yes, of that I am sure.
For you have touched them.
Now they are pure.

The saddest thing,
It’s hard to say,
Is seeing you on
Your last day.

Love is

Love is to share one’s self

For when in times of sorrow, love is to still spare a thought for others.

Love is to share one’s thoughts.

Love is to take time to care, even when your schedule allows not.

Love is to share one’s hope.

Love is to give your all, even though sometimes this isn’t seen.

Love is to share one’s dreams.

Love is to make more friends then to make enemies.

Love is to share one’s pain.

Love is a doorway to an infinite life of tenderness and fulfilment.

Love is to share one’s hapiness.

Love is a quality we all posses, although a quality not always to hand.

Love is to share one’s fears.

Love is but the seeds of an oak tree, for if planted with care,

will grow so strong no wind or storm can ever uproot.

Love is to share one’s sorrow.

Love is someone’s who’s special in every way

Love is to share one’s joy

Love is one’s perception of a meaning of a word.

Love is to share one’s tears

Love is much more than a word, love is what we are.

Love is to share one’s life.