From Mortality to immortality

When I die

when my coffin

is being taken out

you must never think

i am missing this world

don’t shed any tears

don’t lament or

feel sorry

i’m not falling

into a monster’s abyss

when you see

my corpse is being carried

don’t cry for my leaving

i’m not leaving

i’m arriving at eternal love

when you leave me

in the grave

don’t say goodbye

remember a grave is

only a curtain

for the paradise behind

you’ll only see me

descending into a grave

now watch me rise

how can there be an end

when the sun sets or

the moon goes down

it looks like the end

it seems like a sunset

but in reality it is a dawn

when the grave locks you up

that is when your soul is freed

have you ever seen

a seed fallen to earth

not rise with a new life

why should you doubt the rise

of a seed named human

have you ever seen

a bucket lowered into a well

coming back empty

When I die

when my coffin

is being taken out

you must never think

i am missing this world

don’t shed any tears

don’t lament or

feel sorry

i’m not falling

into a monster’s abyss

when you see

my corpse is being carried

don’t cry for my leaving

i’m not leaving

i’m arriving at eternal love

when you leave me

in the grave

don’t say goodbye

remember a grave is

only a curtain

for the paradise behind

you’ll only see me

descending into a grave

now watch me rise

how can there be an end

when the sun sets or

the moon goes down

it looks like the end

it seems like a sunset

but in reality it is a dawn

when the grave locks you up

that is when your soul is freed

have you ever seen

a seed fallen to earth

not rise with a new life

why should you doubt the rise

of a seed named human

have you ever seen

a bucket lowered into a well

coming back empty

why lament for a soul

when it can come back

like Joseph from the well

when for the last time

you close your mouth

your words and soul

will belong to the world of

no place no time....

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Deadly water

DEADLY WATER Water was very cold, mother! When we fell into the river. You know how bad do I feel when you take me for a bath; I shivered for a while and then I felt numb, I froze to my last breath in the freezing water; I tried to hold my breath Like I do when you pour water on me, But it didn’t work this time! I tried to save my books, mother! Expensive books and my school bag, dad bought yesterday for me with small savings he had made; But it was too heavy, it pulled me down along Till I sank with the soaked pages I would read in the school to become an engineer, And make a bridge For my school across the river! It was morning prayer time, mother! You prayed for my long life and cooked food for me; You kissed my forehead and pulled me from the bed; Fed me with your sweet hands and dressed me up, a last time, for the school or angel of death; You combed my hair, kissed my cheeks and looked into my eyes, a la...

A MOAN

You remain the last remnant of my forsaken dreams I see them strangled within the echo of my screams Your thoughts left in the pot of my parched hopes, Gropes in dark for the arrows lost in arched strings Colours that sparked a spark to lit my flaring flame Blame and shame you with a shade of dark and grey You say you remain my straw in the stormy waters But the whorl offers sucking swirl to drown me down The random drops of blood like pearl on the sand Dry up like my enduring tears on stony stoic face I leave you were you left me in the stormy desert Where I revert to specks of dust under the sand dunes Lying buried to watch you beating your chest alone For what you have sown to what you moan!

FROM CHILDHOOD HOUR

DANISH BHAT From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. Then- in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life- was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold, From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by, From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view.

DANISH BHAT

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