~ ‘sister Don'T Give Me Opiate I Want ~to Taste Death' ~ [drama In Real Life]

======================================== ** ORIGINAL MESSAGE ******************** ======================================== From: Ali Hussain To: Nivedita [poet Under Threat Of Editorial Cann Date-Time: 11/19/2012 8: 33: 00 AM (GMT -6: 00) Subject: sister don't give me opita i want to test death ---------- THIS poem of yours i liked the most, i cannot say why i liked, but it is true poem, and its each line has a deep meaning in side, keep writing, … your loving friend ALI HUSSAIN (india) === Posted by courtesy of AB London as I'm blocked by PH [? ? ? Wise] n

this style of yours is exceptional.......amazing

hmm. Nice poem.i like it

Sister Niv. I feel myself to be very inferior to comment on your poems. but I can realise your poetic thoughts.You want to taste death, a great feeling. if i say, keep it up, i think it will not be a suitable word for you. but i like to inspire you to touch the supreme height of poetic feeling. great write, beautiful, xlent. poignant. my best wishes is always with you.

a poignant and beautifully crafted write....

Excellent and meaningful write.

Hi Ms Bagchi I read your poem and believe me it left somewhat speechless. It is not a happy-go-lucky one for sure! Coming from a doctor I can understand the sentiments behind it. If it was meant to create awe and shock I must admit that you have succeeded. Well done. I have myself recently written a poem dealing with cancer. I shall post for what it is worth and include it also here: Martyrs Of The Modern Era (With special thanks to Mr John A. Xuereb for the inspiration of these verses.) Cancer is a word, not a sentence. ~ John Diamond There are as many different deaths as there are people who walk around, for when you die you die alone and you depart without a sound. There are also cancer patients who go on living while they are dying, who go on dying while they are living as the Grim Reaper they keep defying. Some cancer patients frequent a club where they just stare as they are treated, it is a club none want to join where each newcomer is sombrely greeted. They trudge in corridors or waiting rooms where they talk and share their grief, where they feign that Life goes on always hoping in Death’s reprieve. Cancer patients live on chimo which is supposed to restore Life, while for others it's radiotherapy which can be deadlier than a knife. There’s death written on their faces and there’s fear in every heart, while they pray and go on hoping that from this world they won’t depart. So they have blood counts of their cells be it the red or be it the white, all want to live and none want to die they just want to prolong their fight. Most cancer patients lose their hair while many others shed their weight, as they look sadly in the mirror while the inevitable they await. Some cancer patients facing death sleep in hotels with palliative care, while there are others who lie awake for all this pain they cannot bear. Friends and relatives come and go offering solace and consolation, uttering words devoid of meaning as it’s their only alienation. For Life is precious and a gift from God that God has given and that God does take, where pain and suffering are also noble when they are offered for His sake. But cancer patients who trust in God then rise with Christ and not alone, they are the martyr of this era whom God embraces at His throne.

A poignant and an evocative write.

Wow. Full of lively movement and fantasy imaginings of that final leap or progression out of this realm into the unknown beyond. Fascinating and all too colourful with excellent words illustrating the drama. While I frankly doubt such experiences of bliss can be substantiated or possible in truth, this does great credit to the phenomenon. Beautiful and all too exciting.

Date & Time: 5/5/2012 3: 47: 00 AM Remove this comment Comment about: MS. NIVEDITA BAGCHI SPC. UK. Member: Koena Mokoena Comment: I believe we all go through this stage, hence you don't have to worry. I am inspired by your poem that is called ~ ‘Sister Don't Give Me Opiate I Want To Taste Death' ~ [Drama in Real Life].