{"id":111556,"date":"2022-06-25T14:52:43","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T18:52:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=111556"},"modified":"2022-06-25T14:53:20","modified_gmt":"2022-06-25T18:53:20","slug":"in-loving-memory","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/in-loving-memory\/","title":{"rendered":"In Loving Memory"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center\"><strong>When I heard evil tidings<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>suddenly he vacated his life<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>I thought this word was a lie<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>How bitter it is to believe the truth.<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Every day many beings<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Life becomes a cipher.<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>One day every life remains as an empty vase<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>But, the mind is never hurt.<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Bunch of memories<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Tapped on my thoughts<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>The mind was cloudy and dark<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>No injuries on the mind even though<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>The pain is in the form of tears<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>When he found out he was dead<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>The tears seemed to fade.<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>But, even his memories<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>I was afraid those memoirs may melt<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>His death will haunt me for the rest of my life.<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Until he knew I was dead<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Now-<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>His memories<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>A few tears left me with sweet bruises.<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Now I am remembering my bosom friends<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>It\u2019s time to meet and recollect the past<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>I need to remember my childhood in their words.<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>it&#8217;s not an idle hour<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>If I waste a bit of second<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>someone knocks with bitter news<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Today I want to see them.<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When I heard evil tidings suddenly he vacated his life I thought this word was a lie How bitter it is to believe the truth. Every day many beings Life becomes a cipher. One day every life remains as an empty vase But, the mind&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4021,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13,1136],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-111556","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous","category-official-marathon-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/111556","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4021"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=111556"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/111556\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":111564,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/111556\/revisions\/111564"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=111556"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=111556"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=111556"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}