She lay there, exposed,
Unconcerned,
about her state of undress,
unapologetic even.
Limbs sprawled, head thrown back.
She lay on the ground,
motionless.
Her body was cold to the touch,
Chilled.
Had turned blue.
She looked like she was sleeping,
After spray painting herself.
The officer, on her naked body,
A white sheet, hurriedly, threw.
She cringed with embarrassment,
While looking down at herself,
lying there Spread-eagled,
averted her eyes, and sighed.
Death strips you of your dignity,
And pride.
On hearing a commotion,
Her soul, looked at him,
so expectantly.
That witnessing her eagerness,
My eyes misted over,
unexpectedly.
The distraught young man,
was inconsolable,
threw himself on the cold body
covered with the white sheet,
and wept.
As if with his warm tears,
her cold and chilled,
heart and body,
they could melt.
She had gone, far far away,
from this unfeeling world,
away from heartache and pain.
She didn’t want to be born again,
until she was promised love.
She wanted it all,
Wanted to be the,
mistress of her fate,
needed with her,
her soul-mate.
Without him by her side,
She did not want to,
go along for the ride.
She’d had enough,
of lonely winters,
and parched summers.
She didn’t want,
any of it, no way.
Now she needed assurances,
to live here,
where people realize,
Your worth only,
after you’ve gone away.
Lucks a.k.a Sulekha
How true it is… that people cherish and realize the person's worth only after they are gone!
Beautifully expressed the bitter truth!!
I have moist eyes – so very well written Mitr. Shakes you up.
@Savira, why do they do so? I hate people…thanks
@Simran, thank you so much for the compliment.
@Kriti, Life is strange isn't it Mitr? thanks for the tears,love your compliment.
You talk about the bitter with the sweet.. wonderful wonderful
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Jim, love is a bitter-sweet torment…Thanks for the compliments.
So vividly clear, your words painted an amazing picture of the heartbreaking scene. You placed me amongst the living and dead for a front row seat. Very nice my wordsmith!!
Very nicely written….and it's true cause people really don't try to understand someone near them…..they realize the person's worth only after they are gone..Liked it a lot.
When The Heart Speaks
It is only when we lose someone we realize their value otherwise most of the time we take them for granted. And to die in dignity is all that I pray for. Beautifully written Sulekha
David,
Really appreciate your wonderful compliment and thank you so much for the tag of the Wordsmith.
Aabhisek,
Why are people like that? Why won't they change? Thanks for the like.
Rimly,
Life makes me want to pull out my hair at times and on good days everything is alright with my world. Thanks a ton Rimly..
lovely…well written Sulekkha. Sorry missed you in Delhi.
Sukanya, thanks and am sorry too, wish we could have met. Maybe next time 🙂
This makes me want to appreciate and love those around me all the more, for you never know when death will come knocking at the door.
“Because I could not stop for Death, he kindly stopped for me…” ~ Emily Dickinson
What inspired this poem Sulekkha?
Debra, I write with my pen but my heart holds the reigns. I am an eccentric writer and pen down my feelings, real and imaginary, on paper. I hope
I've answered your question 🙂
Powerful message, strong images, beautifully written, Lucks. How many of us simply just want to be valued and appreciated?
sWEEPYJEAN, nice to see you here and thanks for the compliment
Very powerful and very true!
I've often thought "why do people suddenly value you after your gone?" Enjoyed your poem…
Thanks for the thoughtful comment on my last post.
Deb
http://scattermusings.blogspot.com/
@Mari, Thank you for your lovely comment.
@Debbie, We all are sailing in the same boat and that's why we understand the emotional outpourings. Love sharing life's journey with friends…god bless
Aww. There's a deep impact on me. I don't want my friends feel that they're not appreciated. I always make sure that they feel being valued. I always tell them how thankful I am. I wonder if they think of me now that I'm way too far from them. =p
Loved your writing style. Mainly the way the subject has been conveyed. Really a great poem. Hope to read more of them.
@Faye, true friends never forget you, no matter how far you go.Thanks for the compliment.
NJ, welcome to my blog and appreciate your comment a lot. Keep visiting…