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They deem me mad for I will not sell my days for gold

I deem them mad for they think my days have a price !



Monday, June 28, 2010

Maina





We pass and leave you lying. No need for rhetoric, for funeral music, for melancholy bugle-calls. No need for tears now, no need for regret.

We took our risk with you; you died and we live. We take your noble gift, salute for the last time those lines of pitiable crosses, those solitary mounds, those unknown graves, and turn to live our lives out as we may.

Which of us were fortunate -- who can tell? For you there is silence and cold twilight drooping in awful desolation over those motionless lands. For us sunlight and the sound of women's voices, song and hope and laughter, despair, gaiety, love -- life.

You reinforced with your amazingly short life the Inevitable truth.. The end is certain to all !!


Lost terribly silent..
ratin

Written as an ode to a chick that fell off the cieling duct and was looked after by me in a shoe box for a night. Was showered upon all love and affection till she managed to breathe her last in the caring hands of my neighbour dearest!
I named her maina which means 'messenger of God'




where we put her to rest

9 comments:

  1. dear ratin,

    its nice to see you write again..

    u are known for possessing the biggest heart.. even though u never show !

    sanaya

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  2. i am happy she lived in your care.

    very less are fortunate

    robin

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  3. This reminds me of your session on kasmir politics and its socio economic repurcusiions on families you took at our college.

    u spoke of the THe end.

    we miss you .

    sanoha khan

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  4. I can say alot here, but this is you... The only two things i want to say are,
    You've put to paper all that i feel as of now. I loved maina. being the one who fed her last, i feel a certain cerebral connection.
    And besides that, thanks for writing this. For it has made me realise a few things... things that are extremely important.

    In Awe
    Tara

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  5. I guess that is the reason why you are loved so much. And Maina was lucky to have u in her last breath..
    God bless you

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  6. Beautiful words.....I missed reading your poetry - you have been gone for almost as long as I have!! May God bless and protect you wherever you are....

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  7. I like....Wanted a friend to read ur blog "Bobby the Gambler" came across Maina...love de way u write..

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