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Open Letter to God – Can You Tell Me How?

       I take in a deep breath

      whilst digesting a truth too heavy to carry

      Have you also touched this utter powerlessness — 

      the  predicament of life losing it’s hold.

      This truth of watching parents grow old.

      An agony builds up in ways untold.

      The days pass by ,

      the years fly by

      whilst I yearn to freeze moments together

      as the truth unfolds.

      Today I am okay,knowing

      we have each other

      I shudder at the thought

      of knowing, they are changing

      whilst I pray for their health every day,now.

      I see  now,

      time is our biggest enemy.

      Mother smiles , she constantly tries, despite the tired eyes

      her wrinkles giving away every time.

      Father tries his best to show his

      strength despite his tired legs arms reminding him he needs to rest now.

      Their aging faces frail bodies  echoes their grace and wisdom

       of years they stood

       by me at every phase

       of my existence

       through every hurdle

       every joy every bliss every sorrow.

       Everything – all there is.

 

   .   Time confronts me

       and I hide beneath it’s shadow,

       whispering “Can’t you please slow down !!

       Grant my wish and pause our now?

       I need to drench in their warmth

       as I hold their frail old bodies

       so their afterglow stays within

       engraved whilst time insists

       life goes on.

      My heart aches whilst grasping this truth

      I fear their well being  as well as my own –

      for without them –

       I’m expected to live but don’t know how ?

        It is not a question of IF it is WHEN

       I know death is an absolute truth    

        but how to accept it ?

        How does every son every daughter do this ?

        As I watch my aging parents  ,

      I don’t speak or show my fears despite drowning inside it ,

       

      Can anyone tell me now

     How does one live without their skies devoid

    of the only  world they ‘ve known , somehow ?

       

        My parents have been my sky my ground

        They’re my forever my everything

        Everything I am and will be

        this has always been my story,

        nothing new

        Most people know this  by now.

        It is through their love

        I have overcome everything

        from the beginning to now.

        How will I go on living if they are not around?

        I don’t know how one breathes through this unimaginable turmoil

        Without the most natural

        part of one’s existence around ?

        Today I breathe and live in peace knowing they are with me

        We live in the same skies

        Though not always near

        yet never too far —

        Always a call away

         Their voice is all the strength I need many a times

        A quick visit

        reboot and renew

        through anything , somehow.

        Today, a sinking fear sits in me

        day in and out

 

        I don’t think anyone understands how I feel or may be they do

        We just don’t speak about it as often as we must

        The fear of parental grief

        The loss of a love

        irreplaceable.

        Those who shape your world from the beginning to your today …your now.

        I don’t want to face how parents leave one day ,

        Forcing us  to survive on our own — without ever to be found?

        How does one grieve about this unimaginable grief ?

        Tell me now ?

        The fear causes a lump in my throat

        I don’t know how to get past this feeling

        Whilst I tell myself I’ll need to be okay .

        But how ?

        No matter how old I grow

        no matter how resilient I become

        I don’t know who I am –

        without my mother without my father

        This lurking fear mocks

        to say “accept the circle of life and death”

        But I am not able to

        I want them to be my

        forever and always

        My parents are my people

        The ones who love me most,

        without any condition

        without a doubt.

        I’m grateful to God for giving me

        my mother and father

        They taught me the most important gift of all –

        “Love is all anyone needs ,

        if ever I falter and don’t know how to find my ground

        I’m and will be  grateful , forever.

        But how must I prepare to live longer than them ?

        Could someone  defy this reality ?

    

        The predicament of this truth is the toughest pill to swallow

        For not just me – but may be

        for every son and daughter in this world

        Does it have to Time’s way ?

        Is there no other way ?

        My parents are my forever

        Could you please find a way out ?

About the Poetess

Tanushi Singh is an award-winning poet and internationally published author of five powerful poetry collections. Her debut book, Scribbling of My Soul, was nominated for Best Poetry Book by a Foreign Author at the Poetry Planet Publications Awards, launching her inspiring literary journey. A three-time finalist at the Times Group Women Author Awards, her work is celebrated for emotional depth, lyrical grace, and themes of hope, resilience, and self-discovery. Represented by The Book Bakers, Tanushi has received honors including the International Excellence Award 2024 and the prestigious Bharat Vibhushan Award 2025.

In October 2025, she was featured in Lifestyle Magazine under “Success and Inspiring Stories” and honored with the Global Women Inspiration Award (GWIA) as one of the Top 10 Women Artists, Designers, and Creatives. An army wife, teacher, blogger, and activist, her poetry continues to illuminate and uplift readers worldwide.

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