DON’T BE SO LATE I know not how long I have to wait, before you decide to keep the promise you made – to return to my longing arms. Arms that may rise no more… to welcome you because they are dying from lack of strength. The feeling of isolation and Loneliness, which I felt when I last kissed you goodbye… has swept over me afresh I tremble at the thought of not seeing you again. Don’t be so late to visit me my Papa dear, for raise me you will never from the dust! Even passers-by stop by me to offer me their sympathies, tears and smiles In silence they seem to ask me what I wish and desire I cast my eyes downwards and reply them not. Death is just at the corner waiting to sting me while my gaze is hazy and fading ever more. Hope is still flickering to see you walk through the door… When many people will throng on the way to my last journey – silently shedding tears in pity showering me with profound love and flowers I wonder if you will be amongst them silently walking behind me or resting my coffin on you shoulders… where once you carried me, to give me a joy ride when I was a child. - Gitanjali Ghei
Posted on: Wed, 04 Sep 2013 11:42:10 +0000
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