Consoad by Manuel Bandeira
When the Unwanted Guest arrives…
I might be afraid.
I might smile or say:
My day was good, let night fall.
You will find the fields ploughed, the house clean,
the table set,
And everything in its place.
I remember my Dadi (grandma) and my Mamu (uncle).. How I used to hold my Mamu’s shirt and walk around when I was scared or how I used to act being sleepy while getting out of the car, just to be held by him. I remember my Dadi and I sleeping on the terrace on summer nights, listening to stories about Krishna in her soft sleepy voice. And I remember playing with her in the moonlight. And I wish they were here to see me. To let me take care of them as they took care of me. But they went expected and unexpectedly because it was their time and that this life is my journey without them.
What matters in the end what matters to me is that when I close my eyes and do remember their lifetime, I see all the good they have done, the laughter we have shared and the love that was showered upon me. And I thank them and God that I do have my other loved ones near me so that I don’t ever miss out on the chance.

hey nice..:)
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ReplyDeleteThat is a really beautiful poem dear, Though I really did not understand anything.
ReplyDeleteAnd your write up is also nice. It has the ability to grip the readers attention till he/she is done reading it. Plus, it is just the right length. Not too long, not too short either.
Overall an Awesone Job...
Congragulations...
sanguuuu.. way to go!! :-)
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