Shayari Bazar

Her life was not as glorious as some,Devoted to her children and their children,Taken up by quiet tedium:What’s left when dreams are scattered to the wind.She loved too well, perhaps, and fought too hardTo make a marriage work that wasn’t right.She was, of all bright loveliness, a shardStruck off to bring our lives the gift of light.There are those whose lives are shaped by love;Whose pleasures, rich and full, are found in giving;Who make our wild hearts bloom and passions moveInto measured fields made lush by living.Without her all the gold’s gone from the day;She will be missed far more than we can say.