Watch and Listen to a reading of the Poem by me.
The world is teeming with the likes of us
while the stars are falling down all around
and the brightest of them all is now dead
as the blood has ceased to flow from his heart.
Memories, all too fresh and vivid still,
drown the plains of our woeful existence
with faces, sketched by a pen in the dreams,
some that taught us how to love or be loved,
some that told us how to leave and forget,
some that showed us how to live through a death.
Words, emotions curved on a page still green
and young are stirred back to life yet again
from some of his stories in black and white
and some that he chose to write on the reel.
Moments of joy in hearty laughter and
those tear drops shed that tasted briny and sad
in grief and delight engraved by his pen
are alive too in the wake of his loss.
For each letter that we read in our native tongue
our heart shall sing him love to teach us how to read.
Amit, thank you again for visiting my blog and reading some of the posts. Where are you in India? I have friends who live in Kathmandu, Nepal. They are missionaries there and were helping people get water and tarps after that horrible earthquake in May.
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I am from Bangladesh. It’s a country surrounded by India
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I don’t know who this post was about, but clearly it was someone who had a great impact on your life, and apparently the lives of many others. This is a wonderful tribute to that person.
Thank you for visiting my blog. Have a great day.
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he was a fiction writer… one of the popular ones in my country
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Thank you for your support today, we have begun, I hope we can keep it going
Sheldon
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my pleasure!
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There’s this line sketch in pen……. I love those few lines great image
Sheldon
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thanks!
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Segal thanks you and I also this a story that is close to my heart, there will.be more soon
As always Sheldon
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my heartiest gratitude for both of you
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What brilliance: “some that told us how to leave and forget,
some that showed us how to live through a death.”
He knew what life taught us.
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thanks!
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Though i didnt read much of his works but still can find similarity with his thoughts…yes,he was a different kind of thinker,
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yap he showed hw to live through a death…..
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