Theme: Death

Perpetual Enemy

When she heard the news:
Her lips quivered,
She oft-blinked her eyes
And pinched her hand,
To make herself realize –
She is not having a Black Dream.
 
 I saw them:
Moving along the road,
With the Great Man
Covered with while clothes,
Chanting mantras with bowed heads,
On their way to SHAKTI STHAL. 
 
Fate descended upon them
Bringing Catastrophe;
Their hopes went up in smoke, and
Wishes turned into ashes –
As the Great Man went back
To the lap of MOTHER EARTH. 
 
Weeping over the untimely demise…
They spent sleepless nights,
They couldn’t accept the reality
And bear the loss –
Though they were aware
Of the Naked Truth – the death.
 
 
Oh! Could we ever win over ….?

17-Jan-2003

More By  :  Baburaj Nair

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