An evocative poem about the final journey, by Sarala, exclusively for Different Truths.
When death knocked at my door
I got dressed very fast
In my finest attire
Wearing beautiful fragrant
flowers in my hair and
splashed lovely perfume
on my body
Which is going to be
ashes in a while!
I coyed
I smiled
I embraced him
with fervent desire
to take me in his
loving arms
He extended his mighty arms
and I felt ecstatic
In his loving grip
so tight and loving!
I closed my eyes
He kissed me
I soared high
Leaving my body
My soul floating
Above the clouds
Everything calm
Everything sublime
I entered heavenwith sweet songs
on my lips!
Picture design Anumita Roy
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Sarala Balachandran was working with an import-export organisation in the administrative department for 38 years. She retired eleven years back. Married, with two sons aged 43 and 36, she took interest in writing recently. She writes free verses.
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Dear Sarlaji- Your verses are always steeped in romance and love… this does not disappoint either. I’m in awe of your pen.
What a beautiful tribute to a prolific poet who versed on love, romance, relationship and death !!!