The Course Of My Last Wish Poem by Ravi Panamanna

(Man proposes but Time disposes. The final course of our last wish can be like in the following manner) .

It was my last wish
To be eternally lingering to the winds of Dublin.
It was my very reflection
To be in communion with my native soil

For long, several years
I was breathing the winds of Thames.
For decades six and more
I was on the playgrounds of London.

My native haunts were yet calling me
The days of iridescence were beckoning me.
There was a chest of love, deep and fresh
Ever flowing unto the shores of my bygone days

And it was twilight and the beginning of night,
I passed away and crossed the last stream.
Within the world of an urn
I lay waiting for my home-coming.

And I bid farewell to city lights,
To familiar corners and bosom friends;
I left behind all my springs
To be resting forever in the winds of Dublin.

And the momentous hour arrived,
I received my last prayers.
From a jutting rock to waves far below
A few tears followed my final course.

Out of the neck I nearly jumped
Out of the urn I nearly sprang.
I remained breathless and senseless,
And the waters of yore capsized my heart.

It was a long, impatient wait,
The neck was tightly caught.
It was a moment of despair,
Within the urn I was forever caught!

Into the roaring waters I was thus thrown,
The parting knell of the day made a solemn note.
And with folded hands and parting glances,
My wife and son called it a day.

All the voices ended in a heavy splash;
All the sighs melted in the rushing winds.
Behind me were the fading lights
Before me was the endless sky.

Upon the lap of strong currents,
It was for long, a floating life.
And upon the chest of tossing waves,
It was the start of yet another tale.

In the course of wind and whirls,
In the course of passing days,
To East and East my fate was clear,
To Liverpool Bay, my ways were sure.

Far from Dublin, my lingering dreams,
Far from the roots, much against my wish,
My crypt reached the Liverpool Docks
My fate had its own clock.

The docks were under expansion,
The foundations were being laid.
And a strong wave and a great sweep-
That was the last glimpse of the wild.

The docks forever swallowed my dreams,
My urn got nailed till the end of the world.
The waves became a distant murmur,
Life to me all seemed an unplanned game.

From the crypt I now reflect-
What is the compendium of life?
Between the lashing waves and the toll of time,
Where are man and the dreams of his last wish?
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