Standing by the window,
Watching the waves recede deep into the night,
I watch a friend smile through her pain,
As she keeps on losing at every game.
I look on helplessly,
Not knowing what to say,
Words are so useless,
They sometimes are a bane.
My own tears are hidden,
It is agony, fear, and pain,
I look on and listen,
Trying to sound so calm,
She played fair all the time
And yet keeps losing every dime
Anil Saxena said,"Just read it, it is wonderfully penned, very emotional & touching . Keep writing. Just before this I had just opened to read your other poem Life' cocoon." .
ReplyDeleteVery poignant! your last few poems have been introspective and center around the theme of Life and Death. Watching a near and dear one die is a painful experience which is more than the shock of a sudden death. Our agony is accentuated by the thought that the dear friend is also aware of their approaching end. We can only watch and try to afford as much solace as possible. How much can we offer them by way of 'Hope' when there is none. It is somewhere here that I believe that the question of faith rises, a faith that there is still something beyond death. Sometime ago I had posted in my blog 'Gitanjali - An Anjali' about a young girl who was suffering from cancer and was fully aware of her approaching end and penned her feelings through her poems. The poems give an insight into the thought process that occurs in such a person. Your poem here reminds me of one of her poems 'The Glory of the Sun' which I am reproducing here below the first stanza -
ReplyDeleteEvery evening,
When,
The day
Meets
The dusk
I sit
In my window
And watch
The sinking sun.
The words are simple, the feelings poignant and so is your poem.