Met In The Meadows And Lost In The Mist Poem by Sphoorthi Padmini Rangarajan

Springs welcomed the morning sky,
Moist pearls on flowers sigh,
It was month of July,
With a bouquet in hand and a lovely necktie,
With smile on face and sparkling eyes,
Said he ‘I would ask for your hand in my journey of life
As my beloved wife',
Met in the Meadows and lost in the Mist.

A man of amusements,
Spreading fragrant and pleasant,
Beside me at every moment,
Surprising with gifts and presents,
Life was filled with involvement and enjoyment,
Met in the Meadows and lost in the Mist.

Family of two extended with two more,
Nappies, toys and booties and fun lore,
Picnic, parties, playgroup and seashore,
Life was just content with fun, fun and what more,
Met in the Meadows and lost in the Mist.

Downside cycle of life made me realize,
Nothing is wanted than my loving man beside,
Topsy-curvy waves is joyful ride,
Deadly nightmares falsified,
Horror and horrid thoughts beautified,
Met in the Meadows and lost in the Mist.

My man in my life means a lot,
Showered abundance love and support,
No not a pain or worrywart,
My love, my life, and my escort,
What else shall I call he was all in one my life partner,
Met in the Meadows and Lost in the Mist.

Tides in the sea went up so high,
Dark clouds covered the clear sky,
Howling sound heard all through night,
Shuttering windows with frightful sight,
Holding my hand and looking in my eyes,
Breathed last unable to say goodbye,
Met in the Meadows and lost in the Mist.