As I took rest
With the soothing cool breeze
Blowing around,
Feeling the dry yellow leaves
All over me
Covering the dust,
I saw you walking down,
Slowly, with closed eyes,
Full of grace as always,
Towards me with hands full,
Carrying a lighted half candle
And a wreath of flowers white.
I smiled being ecstatic,
Feeling your soft hairs,
As you stood again in front
Of the memorial stone,
After a year passed by,
With deep tears rolling down
From your moist eyes.
I cried hard, I tried hard
To wipe it out as I used to then,
But felt the intense pain
As it was all in vain,
And thus realised again,
That I was a dead man,
Who is there to remain,
Silent forever.
Copyright © 2012 Indranil Bhaduri
Wow, that is so sad, but no matter what love always remains even after death! I love how you wrote this poem, so different than all the others speaking from the grave or as a spirit trying still to reach out to your loved one! Loved it, thank you for sharing this amazing and wonderful poem even though it bout brought tears to my eyes! Now you know that is good! :)
I envisioned this poem perfectly! It is also very touching, great work.
Ah! so nice expression. Death separates can't separate love, the desire to touch one's beloved remains the same.
A really different thought, a person lying in the grave trying to view his lover..wants to touch and feel, but never succeeds realizing that he is a dead person. Hats off! !
ohh from the ghost perspective so wonderful I loved it...sad and had me crying.
Your love is your inseparable feelings on this poem! ! ! It can it can save you and heal you! ! ! Beautiful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simply fabulous. I like it a lot