A CLOSER LOOK
by
Pran Koul
A look at that epitaph,
exuded all grief for me.
My past was out of trap,
and it reeled before me.
Years after I had come,
and they said, "She is dead".
I didn' t believe them,
but couldn't hold my head.
As I walk closer to her grave,
syllable by syllable I read her name.
Every syllable sinks my heart,
'she is the same, she is the same'.
When I met her last,
she surfaced like the early sun rise.
Her hair, like clouds they waved,
oh! her dreamy eyes!
To have her last glimpse,
I dig deep into the ground.
And as I dig deep and deeper,
nothing is quite sound.
A few bones,
it is what has remained,
But something has come out,
something I have gained.
A lesson for all, the message
that radiates from her every bone.
Facial beauty is all false,
for, it is tender and perishes soon.
Be true, sincere and loyal,
for, in that and in that beauty lies.
Your doings keep you alive,
and thus you live till the last sunrise.
exuded all grief for me.
My past was out of trap,
and it reeled before me.
Years after I had come,
and they said, "She is dead".
I didn' t believe them,
but couldn't hold my head.
As I walk closer to her grave,
syllable by syllable I read her name.
Every syllable sinks my heart,
'she is the same, she is the same'.
When I met her last,
she surfaced like the early sun rise.
Her hair, like clouds they waved,
oh! her dreamy eyes!
To have her last glimpse,
I dig deep into the ground.
And as I dig deep and deeper,
nothing is quite sound.
A few bones,
it is what has remained,
But something has come out,
something I have gained.
A lesson for all, the message
that radiates from her every bone.
Facial beauty is all false,
for, it is tender and perishes soon.
Be true, sincere and loyal,
for, in that and in that beauty lies.
Your doings keep you alive,
and thus you live till the last sunrise.
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came across this poem in my diary which I used to write and maintain, about 39 years ago when I was an engineering student and a hostler. I thank the stars, in force at that moment for, deciding to pen down the lines else such feelings flow down and disappear from the memory lane. I have not edited the poem and is as it was sleeping for the last 39 years.
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I came across this poem in my diary which I used to write and maintain, about 39 years ago when I was an engineering student and a hostler. I thank the stars, in force at that moment, for, deciding to pen down the lines else such feelings flow down and disappear from the memory lane. I have not edited the poem and is as it was sleeping for the last 39 years.
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Poetry.com 4.6 out of 5 based on 7 votes.
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well writtten
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Very emotional Pran, written beautifully.
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"...Your doings keep you alive, and thus you live till last sunrise"...you have managed to summarise 'life' so simply! Truly inspirational! So proud of you pa! :)
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very well written , keep itup
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Very good. Not quite sure about the grave digging part. Metaphorical? Also interested in the epitaph, or maybe the poet was just referencing the name on the tomb. In any event, great message; dark, enlightening, and heartening all at once.
Look forward to your others.
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nice
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thought your rhymes were generic, perhaps work on that a little. otherwise its gudd
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