Death of a Loved One
Dad lying on the bed; when he saw me, his eyes glinted.
He tried to rise and sit; I extended help and lifted.
He patted on my hand convincingly with affection
Gestured me to sit beside him and showed the direction.
On my way out, half turned and impulsively looked at him.
And I observed his frail hand waving at me through the scrim.
Our eyes met together at once and it was the last sight.
I could never predict that it would be a bitter night.
***
I was helpless; an irrecoverable loss; despair and dungeon filled.
My deep attachment with him made me restless.
I was listening to the slokas of the Gita.
It was from the temple gramophone
One particular sloka echoed in my mind.
It tells that the body is perishable;
The soul can never be destroyed by the elements of the earth.
So it is mere ignorance to lament for which is not eternal.
Yes, death is inevitable.
Regained my spirits and started looking for the better ways
For paying my tribute to him.
My father was the Hero of our family.
During the toughest times, he was the one who showed his exuberance.
Eternal love showered on us that could never be paid off
He was stern and responsible at crucial and decisive times.
He was the man who surrendered his bliss
and tried to trace it out in our fulfilments.
He was always a dependable iconic figure in the team of his co- officials.
I realized that grieving and lamenting won’t make his soul happy.
His ideals are to be observed.
We have to carry them to the generations next to go.
Nothing else can be found better for paying my tributes
The ideal legacy is to be carried out, isn’t it?
Death of a loved one Poetry Contest
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Date: 05-04-2023
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