Friday, 13 July 2012

Left Alone


This poem explains the dilemma of a person who's wife died of some life terminating disease. Some stranger ask him about love, n this person with a heavy heart speaks out what love meant to him. Read his heart-breaking love story in this poetry conversation...   
I am all alone without you.



While travelling in a train,
In a light drizzling rain.
An unknown person,
Asked me a question.
Do you believe in true love??

I ignored him,
He asked again.
I avoided him,
He made eye contact.

Finally, I answered him.
My heart was sinking,
My eyes were blinking,
But I answered him.
I said,
                Yes, I believe,
                That’s the reason I live.
                I had one wife,
                She was my life.

She loved me truly,
                Beyond your thoughts,
                Beyond the reach,
                Beyond imagination,
                Beyond my speech.

But she left me,
                she left me all alone,
                in this big bad world…

                Breaking my link,
                He started to think.
                He again hammered a question,
                How weird is your relation??
If she loved you, why did she leave you??
I said,
                It was not my will,
                Not her wish.
                She’s no more alive,
                To be in my life.

                I wanted to cry,
                But had to hold on.
                I wanted to die,
                But had to move on.
I said,
                She suffered from leukemia.
                She was moving towards termination.
                She knew she’s gonna die,
                But strong was her determination.

Before her death
                She spent each second with me,
                She dropped me,
                She picked me,
                She did her best to be with me.

                As her memory,
                She knitted this sweater.
                The warmth in which,
                Has become more sweeter.

                This sweater is incomplete,
                Because she left the world in between,
                Leaving me & sweater, both incomplete,
                Without her….
                I miss her…
                I miss her… a lot ;(

P.S:- This poem is inspired from the story written by Mr. Aditya Kasar "9:05 CST LOCAL" in his blog "TAKE MY WORD 4 IT". Here's the link:- http://kasaraditya.blogspot.com/2012/07/0905-cst-local.html 
Special Thanks to Aditya Sir.
                 

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