Aching Hearts

a poem by Devi Nangrani

It is the heart that aches
It is the heart that misses
The nearness of the dear ones
Filling the core with sorrow
Soaking the soreness
Making the words speechless
The void still has in store
The good old memories
Those that never fade
They live deep within the breaths
As the fragrance of the flower
Which is the lasting perfume