The Sky Blue Shirt
Part-I
Oh, The sky blue shirt!
I still remember you
As you stayed close to his heart.
How handsome he looked
Wearing you
And came to see me
Carrying his tenderself with you.
You must have heard his agonies and angsts
And perhaps
Soaked many a tear drops
Before they fell to the ground.
You are dear to me
As you hugged his self
Without caring
what he would give you in return
Or even, throw you away
When you are torn.
Part-II
Oh Dear!
Why did you throw away
Your sky blue shirt?
Did you not know,
It was so close to your heart?
You played Holi
Wearing that shirt
Not knowing
How close it was to your heart.
Oh Dear you could have gifted it to me
That coloured shirt
As it bore the colours of your friends
Who showered their love
Upon your heart.
But alas!
I could not ask for that coloured shirt
Because
I did not have a place called 'Mine '
To preseve that dear blue shirt!
You still remember the sky-blue shirt with dignity and love. An emotional mind is attached with this shirt. No one can throw it as it beholds the sky of love and peace. This is not only a shirt but also a horizon of perception and memory. Such a shirt will be gifted ever soon and it is already gifted by God to us. A great poem is excellently penned.10
Wearing that shirt! ! Not the skirt; I still remember you. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A poem soaked with love and sweet memories.You could have gifted it to me, but I could not ask for it because I didnt have a place of mine to preserve it. Beautifully depicting the helplessness of life
2 – 'Rangwali Holi – a free-for-all festival of colours, where people smear each other with colours and drench each other.' Does " memory" (a topic) refer to some memory the poet has about a MAN, a SHIRT, or a CELEBRATION, ...or a combination? The last 2 lines make me wonder. To MyPoemList (if not there) Bri :)
Thank you Bri Edwards for your nice comment.I should have given a poet's note about the popular Hindu festival 'Holi' for easy understanding of readers.Your comment filled up the lacuna.
1 – " Holi: a popular ancient Hindu festival, originating from the Indian subcontinent." angst: " a feeling of deep anxiety or dread, typically an unfocused one about the human condition or the state of the world in general." i THINK angst, not angsts?
You have your beautiful heart, absolutely a wonderful place to preserve that favourite blue shirt of yr beloved ma'am' You have potrayed very clearly how you loved it and got associated with it!
A lovely touching poem...one more golden feather on your poetry crown....your poems are all inspiring and the above one is no exception....thank you....thanks a lot for your valuable comment on me too...God bless you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But alas! I could not ask for that coloured shirt Because I did not have a place called 'Mine ' To preseve that dear blue shirt! JUST BEAUTIFUL ACTUALITY NO PLACE TO KEEP