Thursday, 27 August 2009

Final five minutes

In high school, I had read one story that has remained with me even after all this time. It was really a touching story. Its name is ‘Home Coming’ written by Shri Rabindranath Tagore. It is written exquisitely, evoking all emotions from you, effortlessly. When I wrote this poem, it is more or less based on the ending of the story. I could even remember some of the words that were used. My homage to a life changing story.


My final five minutes
before my eyes
my sweet short life flits
I remember the smell of mangoes
from my childhood escapades
the hits and blows
I faced
the fun with siblings
the warmth of the family
the roguishness with friends
my life coloured in beautiful blends

falling in love
the exquisite feeling it roused
the deep intense eyes
whom I really prised

to relish every feeling
I just wish
I had been given some more time

the end of the world is here
my five minutes are soon gonna be over
my heart fills
with the love for my life
my breath coming in short gasps
I am in a delirious mind
someone is putting on the blinds
to accept or to fight
m not able to decide
but before I think
the darkness engulfs
d soul leaves my body
once lively it becomes dull.

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