The Song Of A Dying Year Poem by Raghurama Raju
The Song Of A Dying Year
Like all my predecessors
I, too, in a few hours, slip in to the past
My memories may last long
But my life is quite short, I am aware!
I am a zillionth part of infinite time, I know
But I tried to show my presence in your beautiful lives,
Do not praise me for the joys I brought,
Do not blame me for the sorrows I caused
I am neither bad nor good in nature
I just played the role, assigned to me
At this hour, on the last day of my life,
I may look old, week and unglamorous,
But I was young, strong and charming,
And influenced your life till yesterday!
Everything that flourishes today may vanish one day, I know!
I still remember the love and laughter,
You displayed on the day of my arrival,365 days ago!
I yearn for the life of a fragrant flower,
I may disappear but my sweet smell does not!
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4/24/2024 4:14:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Absolutely marvelous. Poignant and sincere. I love poems that communicate transcendent ideas. If I may only suggest that 'Predecesors of the past' is bit redundant? All our predecessors, by definition, come from the past.