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Namrata Das Adhikary

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Stop and Stare


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...

Submitted: Wednesday, May 01, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, May 01, 2013

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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.

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  • Gold Star - 18,896 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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