Sarita Khullar
Do you ever feel suffocated,
Roaming in a vast ground ,
Full of fragrant flowers?
Under an open sky,
Studded with myriad stars?
I do it every night.
Get up choking as if
running a race ,
To reach up to you
While you are leaving me.
But you are formidable,
Like angels or God.
Controlling the tears,
I don’t want to shed,
Your gift, to lose I dread .
Why don’t you go for ever?
Breaking last thread of hope,
That binds me .
Hope is a killer!
Taking life bit by bit,
Don’t laugh !
I can imagine you,
Shedding a tear or two,
As I proceed to the golden gate,
For death can wipe every hate.
Lovely ma’am. 💚
Thanks Sonali
I just love your poems mam!
Thanks Indrani
Hope is a killer, taking life bit by bit – quite a hard hitting line…I loved the ‘death can wipe every hate’ one too..nicely written
Thanks Ramya for the appreciation.
I know hope keeps you alive…. But there’s something about this line ‘hope is a killer…’ loved this. 💚
We accept things only when hope dies.Thanks for the comment.
What a poignant ending Mam! So beautifully written.
Thanks Nitika
Very beautiful
Thanks Jaya for liking
Lovely poem! Very poignant indeed, the way we hold onto the last straw of hope.
Thanks Mumtaz for liking the poem