ON 7th Day

On the 7^th day of my winter vacation,

Thought to write tragedy that came in my notion.

My mind is hot and eyes are cold,

And continued to write about story repeatedly told.

My Nana is dead, I still cannot figure out it,

And that’s the truth, I’m not telling lie.

Winter is on and summer is gone,

Showering in the sunlight, I’m sitting here alone.

Alone in the sun, I’m taking the bath,

And pondering on. what will happen aftermath?

My world is ravished because my Nana is no more.

With wounds so deep no one could cure.

My heart is dark and there is situation of blackout.

Everyone is silent and nobody is out.

Pessimism has grabbed everybody’s soul,

Of what has happened, no one ever gone.

Dissent lies in everybody’s heart,

And eventually someone has to take the start.

Call of the hour is to light up the corpse,

And everyone is regretting to suffer the great loss.

His body is cold and lifeless,

Sleeping like a new born baby,

Not to wake up, but to rest eternally with a ceaseless cry.

I’ve seen the journey getting best to worst,

And now only memories are left to unrest.

The cuddling arms are now lost,

My mind is twisted, and deeply disturbed,

With only one thought to express that feeling-

The woods are lovely dark and deep,

But I have promises to yet to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

And miles to go before I sleep…….FOREVER.

Funeral of my Nana- Late Shri Ravindra Nath Gupta