DREADFUL FATE!
Upon this drenched and dried land,
Worn and tired, here I stand!
Memories echo in me,
On my childhood of glee!
When I used to be so careless and free
When I used to wonder upon what I would be!
And now I stand here,
With my return, so near!
I place my burdens behind me,
And shrink my eyes to clearly see!
A stick in my hand to guide,
I can barely hear him stride!
And each minute by which he nears,
My heart thumps with little fears!
But I can no more wait
For this is meant to be my fate!
"Are you ready?” asks the Death God,
Alas! I have no option but to nod!
-PAVITHRA SESHADRI
PHOTO COURTESY:GOOGLE
so nice to read.. feeling the agony..photo n poem easily link together..
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ReplyDeleteExcellent piece..... Could feel the pain of the old woman......
ReplyDeleteI think your father too wrote a Tamil poem on this picture....
Keep writing....
Thank you sir!!
ReplyDeleteAnd,yes my father did write a tamil piece on this....கழிவிரக்கம்!
it's great dear..... but what happened?You started writing poems about sadness and death?
ReplyDeleteJust that it was apt for the pic...nothin more babe....thank you...!!
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