Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Battle of the Bereaved

Little Merry merrymaking in the courtyard..
With little kids surrounding her,
Some oldsters, jovial and genial, hanging out with old pals.
And young Marcus gazing at his small wonder..


Silently he whispers,"fragrant like a bud wet with dew-beads,
Like senses winding up and caressing me underneath..
And all my affection fondles my passions,
Is this the peace in each silent breath?"


One father beams,and one daughter laughs...
One husband cried, for one wife died...
One battle of the bereaved still goes on,-
'Cause however he weeps, his daughter smiled...


Smiled when he shed drops of tears....
Smiled when he felt lost in fears..
Oh how sweet a battle this is to fight...
Where a doleful soul finds Her respite..


Hours pass by, and finally the party breaks...
Oldsters, youngsters and kids depart..
Merry and Marcus still rejoice...
With bigger hopes and their battle, apart!

4 comments:

Bikramjit said...

I am not very good in writing poems.. :) but nice one you have written ..

Sayandeep Kundu said...

@bikramjit
thanks...
and as to writing poems i am also learning a lot of things..:)

Quintessence Of Illusion said...

Quite symbolic and thought provoking it is.......btw nowadays i find you expreimenting a lot........thats really good......so keep it up..........creativity is change and experimentation......

Sayandeep Kundu said...

hey sister,
yeah um trying a bit to experiment with newer thoughts, some simpler..some more complicated..and yeah.. creativity has its iridescent exuberance..and i'm lovin' it.