An Elegy


 (On the untimely demise of a young colleague)

It’s a journey together
There is happiness, also fights,
Shocks, complaints, tears,
Appreciations, criticisms –
All part of the game.

On the way some diverged
A few took a short break
Some faces are seen again
Some not; some forgotten,
But present somewhere.

Yesterday one promised
To return soon.
We hoped so, she too.
Today they say she won’t,
She could not,
Her role is over, for good.

What were her dreams,
Her thoughts about tomorrow?
Was she aware there was no tomorrow?

So who is rank now?
It might be he or she or you
Anyone other than me
That’s what I think,
He thinks,
She thinks,
You and they think.

I feel I am eternal
Because I have never died.
Always someone else died
Though at times it had come close.

With the suspense maintained
HE makes us play
Our puppet-roles sincerely
In the true sportsman spirit.

N  i n  c  o  m  p  o  o  p  s  !

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4 responses to “An Elegy

  1. most touching poem. Continue and shine like Tagore: excel in many fields – teaching, administrating, reporting, poetess………… more over a good human being. All the best wishes.

  2. I liked it…grief of separation is inescapable..but I don’t know how can we bear or absorb the death of our dear-ones….God only knows

  3. It’s too hard… let God be kind to us and all our dear ones…

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