Beloved moments
Please stay;
I am frightened.
What if you aren’t true?
Stay with me,
keep touching,
take my hand and be close.
I am afraid.
Hold me
the way
near ones hold the dead at a cemetery.
near ones hold the dead at a cemetery.
I fear
this moment also might be
false
like those endless yesteryears
like the uncertain timeless future!
7 comments:
That is so beautifully written, I love it.
Life is full of terrors. So, hold on to the joyous moments!
Loved this work..
Very emotional, beautifully touching Moon!
So fragile a longing and unknowing of truth. Is it known by the dead?
I am struggling with the title. Is it hard to swallow the truth?
A nice full piece of emotion Celest.
Dearest TUG, your struggle with the title is so right, as it has absolutely no connection with the theme ... I am so sorry, I just realised that I have a responsibility as a writer (if I may call myself one!)and I just can't leave things unexplained and vague. Actually I have written a few short poems under the title - 'short swallow flights' and I just wanted this one to be a part of that ... hence ... I would change the title; or should I leave it? your interpretation is making me wonder! :-) ... By the way, I was just beginning to wonder where you are! thanks for being here.
No, no, don't change a thing. Now that I know the idea of your "swallow flights" it makes sense as a short darting poem.
Silly girl, I've always been here. FB too. :)
A lovely poem about a frightened little girl seeking security & protection & assurance ! Another gem from you Baishali !
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