Wednesday, April 18, 2007 by Indrajit
The 72 hours
(of fears and prayers)
Dimmed lit her candle of life,
Dimming with every dying second,slow paced.
Where every breathe is a prayer for life,
wishing to be heard,from all the souls dazed.
Dimmed hover the spirits of her kins,
and dim lay silence with His pale face reels.
Lay two newborn in clinical sheets, quiantly unaware,
from the torn world outside, from Destiny's maneouvre.
One ,uncelebrated lump of flesh, newly born , in colours of peaches,
one, newly born mother, in long sleep, poised in life and Death's reaches.
One's arrival proclaiming doom for the other Born,
who hangs between impending doom and One Bright morn.
"Hope she breathes the next 72 hours, even may be the chances though,
prayer and faith for mortals now,Let the might of a Man in pains not forgo"
The world stood there, and so stood the time still,
sat the shaken, sunken Father,dying with a gripping feel.
Carols crooned in a far Chapel, on the eve of Christ's Born,
Subdued he sits, insecure, Can she breathe in the next Dawn?
she clinged back to life,nearer and near,With every passing hour,
Prayers , spoken and unspoken were answered by the Holy One's shower.
two day's from Christ's birth, the Mother rose to the foggy , piercing light,
Her lump of flesh, was thrown to her.A homecoming of a beautiful sight.
And so lived the mother , her kins and the father, in the ray of Bliss.
As Guardian Angel kissed away the tears, leading to the Doors of Becoming peace.
Indrajit Ghosal
copyright(c)2007 indrajitghosal
(of fears and prayers)
Dimmed lit her candle of life,
Dimming with every dying second,slow paced.
Where every breathe is a prayer for life,
wishing to be heard,from all the souls dazed.
Dimmed hover the spirits of her kins,
and dim lay silence with His pale face reels.
Lay two newborn in clinical sheets, quiantly unaware,
from the torn world outside, from Destiny's maneouvre.
One ,uncelebrated lump of flesh, newly born , in colours of peaches,
one, newly born mother, in long sleep, poised in life and Death's reaches.
One's arrival proclaiming doom for the other Born,
who hangs between impending doom and One Bright morn.
"Hope she breathes the next 72 hours, even may be the chances though,
prayer and faith for mortals now,Let the might of a Man in pains not forgo"
The world stood there, and so stood the time still,
sat the shaken, sunken Father,dying with a gripping feel.
Carols crooned in a far Chapel, on the eve of Christ's Born,
Subdued he sits, insecure, Can she breathe in the next Dawn?
she clinged back to life,nearer and near,With every passing hour,
Prayers , spoken and unspoken were answered by the Holy One's shower.
two day's from Christ's birth, the Mother rose to the foggy , piercing light,
Her lump of flesh, was thrown to her.A homecoming of a beautiful sight.
And so lived the mother , her kins and the father, in the ray of Bliss.
As Guardian Angel kissed away the tears, leading to the Doors of Becoming peace.
Indrajit Ghosal
copyright(c)2007 indrajitghosal
it was amazing!!
dude, how u can think like that?
ur creations are always out of box !
really good..as ever..keep it up buddy
one of ur best till date!
The best of yours ever read..!!!
MARVELOUS, FANTASTIC, WELL PHRASED AND ABOVE ALL A BIG BIG BIG BOUNCER FOR ME
hello there!! :)
lovely poem....truly beautiful!
can't help but add another comment!! your poetry is splendid!!! (have gone through the rest of 'em)..simply mind-blowing...kudos!!
man!! just awesome!!
So surreal, close to heart, and soul kissing....tis one beautiful poem.
Thank you for your comment on my poem too and taking the time to read it.
Keep shining your talents :)
M
nicely put.
:)
sharad
beautiful:)
my first visit to ur blog....and ur post leaves me with an urge to visit it often....
indra, thisis fantastic...touching and very nicely written...
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Hey Indr, just beautiful. Gripping and keeps your fists clenched till the end. Very nice. :-)
And thanks for dropping by my blog.
Cheers!
Meenakshi
Superb !!!!
the prayer melted the heart
its like a story, strongly built around a start, a middle and an end, whats nice is that the end is not predictable.....wonderful!
....spiritual but not religious !.... you right that are expressing here ! weakness and hope around filament of life.And what else than prayers and faith ? wonderful!