Years before, when i was begotten on mother’s bed
it was you fondled with your hands my forehead.
few good years after, when i was toddler
you taught me to take the stride far and farther
so, there was someone, forever with me.
Walking alone amidst trees and chirping o’ bird
when i am joyless and a bit sad
your warm hand fills my finger gaps
that makes me bloom and full o’ raptures.
In pang, when i sob with hot tears
your soft kisses dry my wet eyes
When dusk’ll hover above me sans moon
you’ll enlighten my ways with lamp o’ boon.
In my last days, when voice turns feeble and bones lazy
your one touch’ll make me feel rosy
e’en on my death-bed, far happier will i be
because, i feel, there’ll be someone, forever with me.
(The poem is complete dedication to God, and no wonder this Poem fetched me a nomination of Amateur Poet Of The Year 2005 by International Society of Poets, U.S.A.)
:- Rajeev
6 comments:
Rajeev, no doubt you have written an incredible poem. I would show it to my friends as well. Its too good to believe that we are actually sitting with a poet. Best wishes for your future and pen down more of such thoughts.
hi Rajeev,
I am Manjari's friend... This poem is
simply too good. Keep posting
Thank you, Kaustav, for complementing my poem. Promise, i shall be posting some of my best work here. It'd be great delight for us if you also post some of your works.
:- Rajeev
hey Rajeev this was a very pleasant discovery..must say you write extremely well...like the power of your verses...
Kash... I was a writer like you. I would have love to put my thoughts here
Oh Dear Kaustav, nothing like that ki you can't write. To be a writer one doesn,t only need to be master of words, but also master of thoughts. And, being a sensible and thoughtful human being, i feel you can write much better than you think.
:- Rajeev
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