Kishore Asthana

Rookie - 20 Points (Lucknow, India)

Grieve Not For Me - Poem by Kishore Asthana

One day
They will come and say
Son, your father's passed away
And in the quiet you will dwell
On the old man you knew so well

I was young not so long back

I was young when you were born
I was young when in the morn
We stole out, ran and played
When for years we sashayed
Through life without a care

Now you are young and I am old
The age of steel, the age of gold
Through the alchemy of father time
Your time has come and so has mine

Grieve not for me, son, for I have lived
A full life and now I go
Not too far away, just a veil
That was closed a while ago
Welcomes me in its fold
Grieve not for me
Grieve not for me

Just use your time wisely
So that you can say, some years hence
When your time comes to cross the fence

I was happy when I lived
For all of you made me so
Be happy when I am gone
As I was who you know
So well

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 3, 2005

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