Namrata Das Adhikary

Rookie (9th November,1994 / Kolkata, India)

Stop And Stare - Poem by Namrata Das Adhikary

I was eight, a man bereft of life
Cradled in his shroud, preparing for a flight;
Into the world where no one would cry,
From mortal to eternal, bidding a goodbye-
To the folks around.

They just look, peep into his shallow eyes,
Little did I realize;
I was among the folks who'd just sympathize,
Sympathize for the ones' dear lost treasure;
How much that hurts, I couldn't measure.

Days pass by, ten years from then
I'm eighteen, memories beget
Happy and sad, but never of the men,
Who had left us;
Since the thought never devise any fuss.

A hopeful day, hopeful eyes
Of deeds, bonds and ties.
I come across a man bereft of life,
Cradled in his shroud, preparing for a flight;
I closed my eyes and wondered.

Watchful eyes, coated with pain
Prayers roll by,
Seeking for joy: with tears to drain;
Bereaved like never I walked away
This is how our life would sway...


Poet's Notes about The Poem

One day, early morning, I came across a man lay dead. Yes, you come across dead people. You pause for humanity's sake. Life strikes play once again, you beat the drums.. till you die.

Comments about Stop And Stare by Namrata Das Adhikary

  • Gold Star - 34,112 Points Gajanan Mishra (5/1/2013 6:21:00 AM)

    seeking for joy with tears to drain. good write. thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 1, 2013


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