The sea is tranquil, as we speak
And the stars, have greater skies to seek
The glassy stream quivers to the breeze
But the tormented Swan, murmurs her pleas
As I hold you, tottering in the ward
The saints and moralists, clash on their own accord
And as the lush green of spring lies in wait
The dark hills of winter gives up its gait.
When you are asleep during night,
Lying robed, in snowy white
The dry leaves upon your falling light
Float up and down, like the rise and fall of morn
And another day, the sun adorns.
Who is this? And what is here?
I cannot stop, this thermal noon
Of chemo drips and laser rays
Buzzing in the hospital room
How can I tell, those southbound swans
That they must remain
In the lighted palace of royal terrain.
I cannot, the refescent sun to pause
And dress my wounds, of sins with gauze
It hurts me when, in the white curtain, to and fro
I see the gusty shadow, sway so slow
You silently breathe, while I exist in gloom
With this frigid heap of stones,
Hoping, that red roses, mushroom and bloom.
On a long journey, even the straw is heavy,
I cannot stop, the truculent floods or quakes
Nor hold the ululating storms at bay,
Our lives move, whilst yours rests in waiting wings
For closure of all mortal, earthly things.
Although I know, your prison is a holy graph
And your departure tears my heart in half
The morning sun, never lasts the day
We learn, that one thing ceases and another one starts
And adieu for evermore.
(This poem I dedicate to all those who succumbed to Cancer)
Anjali
11th March,2011
Great poem..Lyrical exuberance quite evident .....well penned....and at the same time a poem with apurpose...Keep up the good work.
Your beautiful flow of imaginery and poetic words has created poignant yet touching atmosphere here. You have depicted the plight of cancer patients. The scourge of cancer is still devouring a part of humanity and that includes young and old both.Once again beautiful poem and you deserve 10 for that. Keep up the Good Work
After a long time you have posted this poem. Now dont stop this flow coming
They need support and encouragement. I am sure your poem will serve the purpose.
The morning sun, never lasts the day We learn, that one thing ceases and another one starts...so touching and true!
Beautiful poem many congratulations! I adore this endearing name. Anjali is the name of wife of great Sachin Tendulkar. Anjali is also my better half 's name.
Congratulations to Poet Anjali Sinha, for one more poet getting selected as "Members Poem Of The Day ". She truly deserves it. And this marvellous, though sad and poignant, poem too.
A poignant write, dedicated to ‘those succumbed to cancer". Loved and enjoyed reading.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A towering tender tribute from the pen of a great poet. (X2)