We met
Somewhere in this
Narrow cooridor of
Medicine!
This pain and loneliness
Striking somewhere!
And the stinking medicines
Made our tongues
Tasteless!
But,
We made them stand back
By our little chats,
Silly games and
Mocking eachother!
But, sometimes I fear:
are we restricted
Only to this frenzy of despair
For ever?
Or,
Will there be
An enlightened new path
Opened by His grace?
We saw
So many doves here,
But, now, sometimes
Why they appear as crows?
On seeing my panic
On other faces
It makes out to me:
This is life
And it has got
So many corridors!
But,
Are they really dark?
Silssa (1983 - 99)
For the very first time, I liked staying in Regional cancer center. It was because of a small boy named Arun. What this Arun means? If I am to write, it means Sun, the sole living source. He made my life joyful in this medical desert. We used to have long chats in the evenings.we used to play games.We also teased about the officials in this hospital. cute naughty brother.
But today, he is going. And I feel like a girl who lost her boy for amusement! But, he will be coming back here soon again.
(Arun didn't come back. I didn't tell her that he is no more)
aweeeeee such a beautiful poem....it breaks my heart and makes me want to cry.......may their souls rest in peace......well penned little angel....hope you are safe in god's arms
Very hopeful poem, it is extremely touching reading her poems... They are beautiful and deeply felt. Love, Martine
Your sister has become a poem for all the world to read. Beautiful, Premji. Always your friend, Sandra
‘…This is life And it has got So many corridors! But, Are they really dark? …’ If I were a Vedantist I’d have commented as Paradox, Cosmic-Game [Lila]. But being a mundane self it aches my heart by allness. For communicating skill I’m voting not for the incident. dr. sakti PS Very rightly it has 3 votes but 32 comments.
yes life is cruel at times and we cannot find answers to asll our questions. thanks for sharing this poem.
Completely understand where you're coming from in this poem. Beautifully written, makes you think and ask questions, important ones
If there is guinnes book for crows, there is a chance for you to reach there through the corridors of life beyond death. Go in for more such endeavors, I mean write more like this. Heartfelt..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'So many doves here, But, now, sometimes Why they appear as crows? '.... pain filled lines...painful to read Premji...God can't be this merciless....or can He be? ....10