If Only... Poem by Ashika Murali Acharya
If Only...
One last time I saw her there,
My buddy, my mate, a friend of my soul
Laying in the frozen bed of ice.
I could hear the howls, loud in my head,
Though eyes refused to cry,
And the stiffened face veiled it well.
In each of the passing breath,
A crucifying pain, a pain of life time,
Swept me in, with my own shame.
With a knot around her neck,
On a grimy evening sun,
Tiered of the endless race and meaningless chase,
She freed herself from the earthly plans,
And moved, to the world of hopeful bliss.
This tale could have made a different taste,
If I knew the potion to reverse the time,
To fly back in days, to the time of that call,
When the phone kept ringing,
Remorseless, I choose to ignore.
Heeding to the vicious evils voice,
The voice about the unsettled dues,
The clashes of worlds, on matters of discord,
Some petty, few grave,
A time that scripted the scenes so.
But who measured the depth?
The depth of scars it made on hearts,
To decide the winner of the game.
Where did I lose that promise,
To stay together in rain and sun
In the worlds maddening sprint,
Lost is our identity in the crowd
Though we walk the same streets,
Day after day.
We fail to notice the graying scene,
All that was once dear to us,
Life at times is like a snow flake,
Pretty and light, but can't hold it tight
For it will melt in our own warmth.
Why do we cry, frail in pain
As, we, create our own storms and rain.
A wonderful poem crafted ma'am......... 10+++++++++++++++++ Naila
Hi Ashika, Very profound emotions expressed in captivating words..the remorse, pain are expressed with piercing effectiveness. We walk the same streets But, We fail to notice the graying scene All that was ones dear to us” (Contd...)
It is a blue poem heart touchingly delineated. This is emotionally presented. The penmanship is nice. The beginning stanza brings sadness. We may cite here.... One last time I saw her there, My buddy, my mate, a friend of my soul Laying in the frozen bed of ice. I could hear the howls, loud in my head, Though eyes refused to cry, And the stiffened face veiled it well. Thanks for sharing.
Lost in our identity! ! ! Lifeand death. Thanks for sharing.
Beautifully crafted. A touching poem of loss. Feeling sad for your loss. 'Life at times is like a snow flake, Pretty and light, but can't hold it tight For it will melt in our own warmth. Why do we cry, frail in pain As, we, create our own storms and rain. '...is so nice. Thanks for sharing.
a very sad poem though but such ones can't be ignored strong hearts we must all have but go only when its time to go Kindly read my poems two moms smiles and mothers day today will you to release ur pain twuld
Part 2 The choices of words, the sequence of expressions, the flow of ideas and emotions make the readers’ hearts swell, we lose a heartbeat or two. Our breathing stops for second. The times are so harsh, we dwell in apathy.. this poem hits the nail right on the head. Great poem. Onto MyPoemList with full scores.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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In each passing breath meeting a friend is definitely very nice. But separation of friend gives pain. Identity is lost with amazing effect and this gives sorrows. Many cry in pain. This is an amazing emotional poem very well penned...10