I wrote the following poem after reading 'When Breath Becomes Air'. The book hits me to my core. I hope you feel the same way I did, too...;)
[They gave their breath.
Nature took it as air.
We made it our breathe.]
You breathe now what once was air,
Which earlier was the breath of the person who disappeared,
That's just how it is-few days of sorrow
While the others celebrate-
The other not being here.
Might feel like despair
But to make it clear
That's how it is-
You Die - Few Cry - While The Others Celebrate You Not Being Here.
And then, what you used to 'BREATHE' just, in a moment, became 'AIR'.
Reveda Bhatt
Grade 9 The Aryan School
Grade 9 The Aryan School
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