When the Sun shines brightly
Don't stay in the cricket field.
You are sick, you don't know
People are more sick than you.
If you feel bad, if you sweat
And ask for a glass of water
They won't give you.
Even the woman for whose ward
You collapsed to death.
Sleep gently, sleep,
Don't awake until I call you.
The blunt faced devils are there
Ready to give you hemlock.
They killed you, they pushed you
To the darkest domain.
Yet, you are pure, gentle, lovable.
Which dream did you dream
When you were leaving this world?
The chuckle and the half-closed eye,
Your words, voice haunt me always.
Be there near the forest of love
Unless get you.
Or sleep dear sleep until I call you!
Fine poetic musings, dreary about how death, like a fine ode. You wrote and expressed excellently. Thumbs up. Pleez do write your thoughts under my newest poem too, titled, dark skinned vs fair skin, I would love to hear your views
Thank you very much for your kind comment.Actually,I feel encouraged if I get such response.
This is nice to see your poem after a long time. While sun shines brightly people feel sweating. People are more sick. Death is a truth and a person sleeps gently in deepness to renew life. But killing or pushing towards darkest domain is thought provoking. Still sleeping deeper in bed of death amazes mind. A brilliant poem is wisely penned excellently basing on perception of reality...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Be there near the forest of love Unless get you. Or sleep dear sleep until I call you! '..missing someone so deeply. Very nice. Can feel the pain dripping from lines.10+++