To savour my last monsoon
Aniruddha Roy Choudhury
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To savour my last monsoon
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By
Aniruddha Roy Choudhury
20TH JUNE 2019
Santineketan, WB
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(written on behalf of a cancer patient)
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?My last monsoon
I threw aside the tubes stuck into me today
I decided to live , free, till my last breath from hence
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My Lord , they say you see all from above the clouds
Permit me to present you with my little poem
A dash of few fond memories and a few pangs of regret
My Lord, I realize - oh- I am going to miss the beauty of this world, from hence
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From the hospital window I see the hustle, bustle of the world below
Faces creased with worries and yet their life goes on
Content with struggling in this stormy world with its brief pleasures
Lord - why deny me the same albeit for a while
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Have I committed a crime so severe in my past life
That in your books you penalize me thus today?
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Visitors determined by how much they gain , hence they fade away
My friends visit me no longer and my mother is too old
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I travel in my memories back down the village path
The bull pulls the cart , bells clanging, raising dust
Markets selling them yet aiming stones at mango trees
Climbing out of the pond and diving into the cool waters again
The village belles swinging their hips as they carried the pots
Battling at flying kites in the windy afternoon.
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They say I remain a guest of few precious days
But I desire to savor these once more my lord.
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Long ago, she had walked into the college library with long wet hair
The beauty of your creation is astounding my lord
We studied together and harboured many hopes & dreams
She had got married, she came the other day to say, with tears in her eyes,
I watched from the window for very long, as she walked away
In all humility my lord, I ask, why me, why us?
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It rained last night through the window and I intentionally got wet
I desire to savour every drop lest I savour no more
I smell the wet earth and stare at the beauty of the world like a greedy man
Lord, I see your extended hand, but I do not want to go
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I so want to savour that which I took for granted till today
I wish to race through the meadows with my dog barking at my heels
I wish to walk down the village path one last time
Lord - I have so many unfulfilled dreams, must I go?
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I am so afraid though I sport a brave face
Grant me the time to savour my last monsoon
But I so want to stay
I do not wish to go.
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I do not wish to go.
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I went to visit a cancer patient, and wrote this on his behalf.
He wanted to remain anonymous, so we respect that
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He did not give up till the very last moment ,you must know, barring the tears that welled up in his eyes, when I read out this poem to him. But he wiped them away, pretending that he had dust in his eyes.
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Let us be with them. Let us hold their hand, especially when they know that they must go.
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Aniruddha Roy Choudhury
20TH JUNE 2019
Saltlake, West Bengal, India