Sickness Poem by RAJAT GHOSH
Sickness
A hope was it,
You would come
Before my brooding eyes.
I was sick.
A nameless disease
Caught my mind,
And I did wait to hear
Your ringing loving voice.
Some suppressed stories
Slashed my soul and spirit.
I am sick now,
I, too, do wait now
With a slight ray of hope
To set out a new journey.
But my eyes are brooding,
Pale, in hopeless colour.
The distant silent words
Do sing notorious noise
In my unfit, calmless brain.
I will be sick in future too,
And the balm, your words
Would do nothing positive.
Failure would stamp on you.
I, with joy of victory, would dance
Behind your dropping eyedrops.
Thank you very much.Your well explained words connote the true thematic tenor of the poem...thanks a lot...@Bharati Nayak
Loving words of a lover are balm for a suffering heart and mind.They have amazing healing power.The lover asks the beloved to comeback when there is still hope to recuperate, or else it would be too late.
Sickness has provoked thought. We hope for recovery. Balm of words of love of God heal mind miraculously. We hear ringing of voice and choice of life is very well understood. An amazing sharing is done here with motivation of lovable words....10
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11/30/2024 9:37:05 PM # 1.0.0
I, with joy of victory, would dance Behind your dropping eyedrops. words of love as balm.. suffering.. love heals......... soft words. heals. thank u dear poet. tony