After I've Gone Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
After I've Gone
When done, dusted, gone,
Let no one my absence feel.
When senses get ill
And each body bone
Aches, when done in is life's deal,
Where's sense to stay on?
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Epithet | 16.02.2019 |
Dear Pathak sir, it is really a brilliant poem on death having touching expression with nice collocation. Thank you for sharing this poem nicely.
With health care improving the life expectancy, people tend to live long, but not all a robust health still what with polluted things all around, water, air and food (adulterated) . So, living a life suffering is I think uppermost in many old minds. Thanks for liking it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I agree with you about our desire for a smooth going! We all wish to die before our faculties fail. But I disagree with you about the first two lines. Even when we say that nobody should feel our absence, in our heart of hearts, we want others to miss us! A well crafted small poem!
Well, the second part was wiped out in Internet break, and hate to write things again. You're right, likes and dislikes remain, but at some point in life one has to minimize them. This is the journey of vaanaprasthashrama. Thank you.
I must really thank you for not agreeing with me. There is far too much agreement on this poetry site. Few, far few poems can be hundred percent, then individual likes and dislikes come to play. Too much agreement seems far too hard to believe. A way to improvement and progress is constructive disagreement, otherwise the world would produce only clones.