# # A Soul - Part Four [conclusion] Poem by Samanyan Lakshminarayanan
# # A Soul - Part Four [conclusion]
As i grew day by day
my dads love for mom grew along
he was very pleased with me
as a gift from mom
i did revive their relationship
i was doing what..i was sent for
awoken i felt...from the baby..one day
'your time to leave' i was told
all good things must come to an end
HIS devious mechanism of sickness
started working on me the baby...every
body has to be made useless to leave
i could not retain anything...not knowing
what to do the two rushed me to the dispensary
helpless and worried faces both
shoulder to shoulder..hands clasped..expecting recovery
i could not bear the sadness in their faces
felt like telling them i will never ever go...
though not true..i do have to leave
to hell or heaven i do not know
to heaven HE would tell me
well my mother's lap was more than heaven to me
the two cuddled and clasping each other in pain..would HE
do all this to achieve this relationship..strangely HE has..
as the moment arrived i stilled the baby to leave
kissed the mom and dad a good bye..they will not know
the mom picked up the baby and gave it a kiss
ah..and that one reached me too...
as i flew out through the same corridor
a heaviness i felt all through pulling me down
HE can never convince me on this...death
..even as a soul
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[HE is the almighty creator and destroyer
me a soul]
i agree with poet raj nandy comment on soul 1
a body cannot be alive without the soul..in fact
as a baby comes out its face would show its character even
my elder had sweet stubborn lips..my younger a sweet dimple..and
they still live up to it...since this is a story conceived in my teens.
i did not want to tamper with it......
A tragic end to your saga moving piece all way thru keeping the readers attention all the way...grea work here+++++10 regards
felt like telling them i will never ever go excellent reflective poem 10++++++++++
the poem settled in my heart. a fantastic tale. be the father your kids would be proud of.
A fitting conclusion to your teenage memories. for me it is only the body that dies but the soul lives on to be of use in another form. Life is energy! Regards Bob
a soul send to the earth to achieve an important task.a soul or an angel send by god.............
Samanyan, i shall have to read all the four again, but here I feel God's ways have always been mysterious. if this be biographical, perhaps your perception has changed as you are a father now. howerver, it brings out your sensitivity and dexterity at portraying life so poignantly. regards Mamta
lovely.... something which touches the heart with warmth... :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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It is the divine play and the creation's destiny that the countdown starts on the day of birth itself...sooner or longer the end is mysteriously unknown...in your poem it is tragiclly at the earliest before the babe begins to live...you have really painted your words with pathos..excellent and a 10 from me