This poem was written as a Xmas gift and New Year Gift for my readers. It was loved and appreciated by Robin Strattson of BLM (Boston Literary Magazine). It was unfortunate as it reached in their database after the deadline for the Fall 2013 Edition. But I received a letter of appreciation. I did not stop and approached Friday Gurgaon for getting this published for my people to read it.
It is published and can be read at this link - http://www.fridaygurgaon.com/news/4410-The-Circle-of-Life.html
This is my best poem till date as it made my people cry. My people loved this one. It is for all my readers to believe in God and the circle of life. I took two weeks to write this poem and it is very close to my heart. I want to die with a smile on my face not a fear or tear in my eyes. As I always write - LIVE LIFE. DO NOT LOVE IT!
I am posting it here as well:
CIRCLE OF LIFE
It was only a moment ago,
When I felt like a loser,
It was not about winning the battle against pain,
But the fear of losing my life,
Time turned the whole world against me,
When I felt like a loser,
It was not about winning the battle against pain,
But the fear of losing my life,
Time turned the whole world against me,
And nothing seemed more impossible,
Being in touch with my inner peace was not the same as being happy,
I felt a sense of detachment from my surroundings,
Being in touch with my inner peace was not the same as being happy,
I felt a sense of detachment from my surroundings,
Deep inside my heart,
I tried to re-establish my relationship with God,
I found myself in true spiritual darkness,
As I was not able to answer my own questions,
I found myself in true spiritual darkness,
As I was not able to answer my own questions,
I thought to question God;
I was slowly losing the will to live,
I was slowly losing the will to live,
So I preferred to make silence as my fighting
tool.
The days were following one another,
The days were following one another,
And my cancer was killing me,
Death was near,
But I was falling in love with life again,
But I was falling in love with life again,
I paid attention to the view from my bedroom
window,
I could see the snow covered pine trees,
Every house was decorated with Christmas
lights,
The bottle of red wine in my closet,
Wrapped gifts under the Christmas tree,
Or the amazingly delicious red velvet cake,
The glittering Christmas decorations on front
porch made me imagine,
I might not live to see the next Christmas,
I felt my surroundings were filled with deep
peace and love,
I closed my eyes to make a wish,
I asked Santa Claus to give me the gift of
eternal life.
Tears rolled down my cheeks,
I tried to be calm to sleep more easily,
The next morning dawned bright and clear,
I found a poinsettia plant in a golden pot next
to my bed,
I felt to thank my family,
But to my surprise, it was Santa’s Christmas
present for me,
I went closer to the golden pot,
I could see my reflection in the flowers of poinsettia,
The days were following one another,
From Christmas to New Year,
I tried to cherish every single day,
The plant dropped the leaves gradually, and
not all at once,
I kept the fallen leaves in a basket,
I watered the poinsettia plant to replenish
it,
But I could not save it.
I understood the fascinating circle of life,
God created us for a certain purpose – we all
are born to die,
The falling leaves of the plant around the
golden pot,
Had taught me the greatest lesson I have ever
learned in my life,
To remember the beauty of being alive,
To relive our good memories in the difficult
times,
To enjoy the short journey from birth until
death,
The preserved fallen leaves of poinsettia,
Helped me to restore my happiness in the
ending days of my life,
I began to cherish my morning walk with my
wife,
I enjoyed reading bedtime stories to my son,
Every night I slept looking at the empty golden
pot,
It gave me the courage not to fear my pains,
And then one fine morning, I closed my eyes
forever,
But I died with a smile on my face, and joy in
my heart.
