The portrait of those two small boys
Stirs my mind too and my sleep gets often lost
Somewhere in the midnight`s spaces dark
When I too remember those two sweet faces
I chase their minds tender and sweet
Even as I forget to trace the face of a fear near all.
Aditya and Ayush were they by names
And they both burnt like the sun but lived short
Barely unto the teens they had been
When the cold hand of the leveller death
Touched them together to remind us
That he is still there redoing his job cruel.
The two were icons of spirit and delight
They were like two little stars burning to light
The small lamps of a thousand minds later.
But they were gone all of a sudden
Leaving a great vacuum in the sky of caring ones
The chambers of whose minds will not be illuminated henceforth.
Aditya would sit near ant hills and sprinkle his love
With a hundred pieces of bread and biscuits
And would say, ' Eat here and don`t go far again'
When his tiny friends laden with food particles
Disappeared into their holes somewhere here and there
He would smile to himself and his face was radiant then.
Ayush played with his friends from huts all around
They had never seen him away with the chubby lot so near,
He would share all his sweets and chocolates among them
And would say, ' Have them first and let us play later'
His friends would look into his eyes sharp and wide
They nodded and sat back to think over these little pleasures.
The duo have now left behind them a legacy
A vacuum of love and a memory of empathy all around
In the little ant holes pervades the silence of a season
And in the small homes a dozen faces remain wet or dry
Aditya and Ayush have gone for ever from here
They are still walking in the corridors of their past.
The story of Aditya and Ayush is so heart rending and here it is narrated in such a manner that those two brothers will linger long in the memory of the readers.... Losing children at such a tender age is something unbearable and if they have been such sweet kids with so much of a compassionate disposition, they must have been the darlings of the neighbourhood! Though they are strangers to us, their loss hangs heavily on us! So imagine the mental agony of those unfortunate parents and the people with whom they have associated! ! A moving write! !
Very sad and touching poem. We can just pray May their soul rest in peace and may their parents recover from this shock, as they might have woven many dreams for their children. It's really painful for the parents.
A touching tale and very well written, Dinesh. It leaves one saddened.
Virtue and vice both are remembered, virtue gives pain a sad story poem nice thank you sir
A very sad and poignant story Dinesh, very well related by you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem remembers them like they are there. Their positive attitude lives to be followed. Thank you for the deep concern expressed.