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Farewell Father: My Last Words to You!
Your last journey will be simple-
And you abode to heaven.
While I will imagine your picture,
Live in the heaven, a place for your happiness.
I wish I could never knew-
What I believed in your palmistry classes,
When the family astrologer misread,
And told you will live a long life of seventy years.
Your struggle in beholding your family good-
And those deviations misunderstood.
While your efforts spoke the truth,
Your values at last granted, when you won.
Throughout your complex journey-
You suffered a lot but you smiled.
You never let me feel your pain,
Even today beyond your complex disorder.
You are sleeping so silent-
Knowing not even that you are about to leave.
About to leave this world and me,
Complaining nothing to mom, she is still crying!
Your last journey will be simple-
And you abode to heaven.
While I will imagine your picture,
Live in the heaven, a place for your happiness.
031010SU: A month after my father’s untimely demise
And you abode to heaven.
While I will imagine your picture,
Live in the heaven, a place for your happiness.
I wish I could never knew-
What I believed in your palmistry classes,
When the family astrologer misread,
And told you will live a long life of seventy years.
Your struggle in beholding your family good-
And those deviations misunderstood.
While your efforts spoke the truth,
Your values at last granted, when you won.
Throughout your complex journey-
You suffered a lot but you smiled.
You never let me feel your pain,
Even today beyond your complex disorder.
You are sleeping so silent-
Knowing not even that you are about to leave.
About to leave this world and me,
Complaining nothing to mom, she is still crying!
Your last journey will be simple-
And you abode to heaven.
While I will imagine your picture,
Live in the heaven, a place for your happiness.
031010SU: A month after my father’s untimely demise
Published 4th Oct 2010
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Anonymous
4th Oct 2010 10:58am
"Abode" isn't a verb, it's a noun, but aside from this and a couple of other grammatical problems, no doubt just minor translation issues, this is a wonderful poem Anando, rich with tenderness and love, sadness and regret. You did your father justice, and he should be proud of this eulogy. The second stanza was especially haunting.
4th Oct 2010 11:11am
I know that abode is a noun Jack, and actually for the last 24 hrs I was thinking whether to abide by the grammatical syntax or not. I was thinking to put, " And you will abode in heaven", which could have then sounded very formal kind of some condolence. Instead I thought to twist the grammar itself intendingly to match the griefing script and I really meant dad actually making abode in heaven by himself, and hence meant it to verb. As for me, the fourth stanza is very close to my heart as I felt those moments standing before him in the ICU, when the doc declared his brain death.
5th Oct 2010 12:57pm
this poem of yours has touched me more than you can think of due to the recent loss of mine..
great job
great job
