Grief, don't stand near my bed tonight
I've had enough and more than I can bear
Last night was the worst: I could feel you
Watching me whilst silently standing there.
Now tell me, grief, are you friend or foe?
What is it about me that attracts you so?
Is it for my beauty, my wit or my fragility
That you stand there clothed in such simplicity?
You knew that yesterday was a hard day.
I had a certain difficult role to play;
Grief, as I suddenly felt you in my room
Ah! I actually felt the weight of your gloom.
Now I know that you are more than a presence;
I even think you sense my absence;
I almost think I'll wait for you tonight:
Grief, please do step into sight.
Copyright: Rani Turton
When you woo grief it runs away, It comes to know love and hope hold sway. CP
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A friendly grief is all thee needs: Don't succumb to the foe that breeds in hearts, in minds that make us small: Its joy that belongs to one and all. Cheers. Subroto