Well it’s hard to reveal

What one has lost

Means explaining

How much and why

That’s difficult

Yet needs to be expressed

Remembrance is cathartic they say

So I began

Just a few days back

It was there with me, rather inside me

Colouring whatever I saw

With unseen shades, pastel and alive

Revealed rainbows

That every person had

Planting joys and smiles

In grass and rocks and shapeless clouds

The worth of which, have realised now

When it’s lost and forever gone

That fragile and naive, innocence