On the other side, is another home,
She tells me so,
Your prayers are quiet, for your children and children’s children,
Days are long, longer in winters,
The Sun is kinder; softly singing a lullaby,
The newspaper is put aside,
The tired eyes don’t bear the strain,
The ears don’t hear, they run, they shirk from the noise outside,
Hands folded, fingers entwined the dusk of life stretches on.
Sitting by your bed, she watches you, lovingly,
She never left you; neither did your son,
The soul, that energy is indestructible,
Death is what, if not a sleep in which our weary bodies fall?
Fall to the other side... a side where we came from.
She tells me so,
Your prayers are quiet, for your children and children’s children,
Days are long, longer in winters,
The Sun is kinder; softly singing a lullaby,
The newspaper is put aside,
The tired eyes don’t bear the strain,
The ears don’t hear, they run, they shirk from the noise outside,
Hands folded, fingers entwined the dusk of life stretches on.
Sitting by your bed, she watches you, lovingly,
She never left you; neither did your son,
The soul, that energy is indestructible,
Death is what, if not a sleep in which our weary bodies fall?
Fall to the other side... a side where we came from.
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| The Song Of The Sufi Masroof |
3 comments:
Ah! deeply touching.
I dont know how you come up such great poems every day.
Keep writing :)
Beautifully expressed thought!
It was never so easy to keep this subject so concise despite preserving all its essence... Keep penning :-)
Regards,
Anunoy Samanta
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@Sukku, thank you! I am deeply touched too :)
@Anunoy, thank you so much!I am glad you think so :)
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