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This is the poem closest to my heart. This poem actually, tells the events on the day my dearest uncle died. This poem actually made me think that I should restart writing poems, which I had given up few years before this incidence because I had no reason rather no one to write for. This particular day made me re-think of what I have to be thankful for rather than what I had lost or didn't have. This poem, made me emotional each time I read it and also has made me cry each time. Maybe because, each time I read it all the events played clearly in front of me. Today, was first day, I didn't cry and now I am sure that I hold no more emotional attachments for this to remain in my Diary, meant only for me. Poems are meant to help understand life’s beauty as well as sorrow. I won’t say this poem explains a life of misery but it definitely tells that about a life that came back from misery. it is also significant because it tells you that we have gifts and we should use them. And also to understand that, "Whatever doesn't kill you, only ends up making you stronger".The poems are posted till now are a fruit from this poem of pain… Hope ya enjoy it…
Poem:
Midnight’s gone,
My studies were on,
I closed my eyes then,
To face the questions life will pose with again.
My studies were on,
I closed my eyes then,
To face the questions life will pose with again.
The Nokia tune then disturbed the night,
unknown of the fact that the news will shake my insight.
Hearing the news I was completely shocked,
I didn't understand the catastrophe, God just unlocked.
unknown of the fact that the news will shake my insight.
Hearing the news I was completely shocked,
I didn't understand the catastrophe, God just unlocked.
The numb mind ordered me to bed,
However, my heart didn't realize Kaka has surpassed mortality instead…
However, my heart didn't realize Kaka has surpassed mortality instead…
His face, his lovely smile, his mantra’s chanting danced around in my closed sight,
As the wet wet pearls of reality, spread on the bed sheet white.
I cried for four hours or so…
My eyes bled for the person that can never come…or go.
As the wet wet pearls of reality, spread on the bed sheet white.
I cried for four hours or so…
My eyes bled for the person that can never come…or go.
The day dawned with long journey to go on.
Even the rain drop expressed my souls condition,
When the unending journey started to complete the remaining tradition.
By evening we reached there,
Nothing could stop all to mourn for the royal heir.
When the unending journey started to complete the remaining tradition.
By evening we reached there,
Nothing could stop all to mourn for the royal heir.
I saw him down on cold ice and still,
Nothing could wake him up, not even our mightiest will…
All the clouds then burst from my eyes,
Thinking of all our decided long strides.
Nothing could wake him up, not even our mightiest will…
All the clouds then burst from my eyes,
Thinking of all our decided long strides.
Then the longest journey of this crushing life starts,
The deafening silence slowly took away my soul even from my warts.
We reached crematorium with Rama’s name being chanted,
Still, everything seemed to be lost as the fire started.
The deafening silence slowly took away my soul even from my warts.
We reached crematorium with Rama’s name being chanted,
Still, everything seemed to be lost as the fire started.
Allah’s holy name, his Koran filled the majestic blue twilight sky,
As the fire held itself low and high.
Then with heavy legs i walked alone,
Thinking of the beloved person who had just gone.
As the fire held itself low and high.
Then with heavy legs i walked alone,
Thinking of the beloved person who had just gone.
I cried hard night and day,
Nobody near to ask why I felt this way.
It’s fourteenth day after his death,
The fate’s game doesn’t still have my faith.
Nobody near to ask why I felt this way.
It’s fourteenth day after his death,
The fate’s game doesn’t still have my faith.
I now realize, I have to return to what I was,
Carry on with stealth I had, now at least for his cause.
LET’S MAKE IT . LET’S DO IT. This is the only call.
May God bring him peace and stand behind me like a wall…
Carry on with stealth I had, now at least for his cause.
LET’S MAKE IT . LET’S DO IT. This is the only call.
May God bring him peace and stand behind me like a wall…
-Completed 20th July, 2011 at 9:45 pm
By Will.G
Dedicated to my dear uncle Chandrashekhar Vishnupanth Deshpande
(17th Feb,1957 - 00:30 7th July,2011 )
Dedicated to my dear uncle Chandrashekhar Vishnupanth Deshpande
(17th Feb,1957 - 00:30 7th July,2011 )
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