Do not let me die when I am dead and gone.
Hold my thoughts as you hold me.
Caress the sudden breeze whipping past
as you touch my supple skin.
Smile at the untimely drizzle
as we laugh together.
When the white umbrella used
for our evening walk
for our evening walk
is torn;
when the book we used
to read together lies hidden
behind the bookshelf,
untouched;
to read together lies hidden
behind the bookshelf,
untouched;
when home shrinks into that lonely couch
on the veranda,
for you;
on the veranda,
for you;
when you begin to forget your morning medicine
and is absentminded about your dinner;
even if my portrait gets shabby and old,
even if my grave is covered with
unwanted growth of shrubs and bushes,
even if there is pile of dust
accumulated on my unused study table;
do not let me die.
do not let me die.
please
do not let me die
even if I am dead and gone.
9 comments:
Oh for shame if I as a husband should forget my love, for I myself would be dead.
This is such a touching plea of thoughts, how could he forget a wife of such words?!
...marriage is a book of which the first chapter is written in poetry and the remaining chapters in prose,mostly!: )A beautiful write,vulnerable and elegant.kudos.
TUG, thank you so much.your comment is just as touching. :)
Bhask thank you so much, for it is so damn difficult to please your poetic mind. :)
Love has no birth and no death,
Hence fear not in love,
With love so pure
No storm can shake
This life you will endure
No companion can fake
I am so glad to see you here Sir. This indeed is my privilege. Thank you so very much.Regards.
smiles. i have a feeling she will not be forgotten...love tends to jack you up for life...and sometimes beyond...
Oh god, that is - that one took me right by the heart, from the opening line. A powerful note to begin and end with, "Do not let me die when I am dead and gone."...it reminded me, very vividly, of my grandparents, and the poem-at-large in particular my grandfather, after my grandmother had passed. Struck a very emotional chord. Potent, very potent. Truly - I tip my hat to you.
I am able to relate to this very much.. thanks for sharing..
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/02/whispers-another-kind-of-valentines-day.html
Oh my... this was such a beautiful poem, my dear...
I share your sentiment...to the core!! I would always my husband to be happy about the smaller things in life..things that might remind him of me... and feel happy for me... Seeing him happy all I need to see/know..
Gosh..this poem filled my eyes with tears.. it was simply lovely! A fine share at OSW...
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