I am the senior of my land
He murmur with a sigh
I need to walk myself
My vision that I urge
Spread the knowledge on your way
Lineage that never protracted
All dig the treasure as fast as can
Now alone on this deathbed
This is your deathbed I know
But the dream is still on
My days may be counted
Still I count your days in wonder
My days I count eternal
Pity on loss of others
I am the human of all time
Never wish for own fall anyway! ! ! !
©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved
one century is not less witnessed 100 year wow this is really eternity and you made her eternal
Yes a centenarian may entertain feelings of compassion for others discounting his own as good as eternal....... very nicely composed........I liked it
A beautiful poem.. Salini..... I am the human of all time Never wish for own fall anyway! ! ! ! Very true said, one pity others life but own life one count as eternal, as no one cant imagine their own fall in fall. Loved it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I saw an old woman during my childhood. Her age was more than 100 years. She was born in early forties of nineteenth century. She narrated so many painful stories of the War of Independence of 1857, After reading this poem, I don't know why her memories were refreshed.She told me the active supporters of the Britishers were awarded the titles of Khan Bahadur and Rai Bahadur. They informed the Britishers about the under ground fighters of freedom. It's a nice poem.