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The blue
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Anthology 2013 Entries, English Poetry |
While rolling stones came tumbling after
men holding onto their clay lamp[i]
forming debris lay on their belly
offering more than what they brought from their natives,
life
had no chance to scream
but sprawl earth clad,
on his feet the last prayer secretly lipped.
The blue wide opened
for all who slept, in the arms
of the massif king.[ii]
Sorrows, sins they say
got washed away
while the weight of grief
breathes heavy in many safe- returned,
sole being.
Ganges goes about her business.
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Purabi,
very impressive.
The notes are illuminating.
Each read brings a deeper feeling from the lines,
Fergus
Thank you Fergus…
Regards
Touching empathy for unlucky pilgrims who died in Uttarkand tragic calamity.
Kusum
literature they say chronicles pain…this is not an inch close to it…but a share of a v.personal grief @Kusum Gokam
Thank you for visiting!
Regards
Very sensitive poem of intensity, feelings & grief at this ghastly calamity….
Indeed deeply hurting sad happening, what to say about those who lost their kin in this tragedy
Solace if at all can come only from revisiting Gita philosophy
Hearty commends for this posting…!