An Evening Of Agony And Ecstacy

An Evening Of Agony And Ecstacy short poem

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That evening was unlike any other evening
This evening is similar to that evening
What was so dear to me that evening?
The same is dear to me this evening
Her soul and body spiraled in my arms that evening
While her soul is embedded in my heart this evening
Tears of Joy rolled when she garlanded me with her
arms that evening
While tears of sorrow are rolling when I am garlanding her
photo this evening
I was very depressed when she jokingly said she wants
to quit this world before me that evening
I am more than disturbed when she has really quit
this world before me this evening
Her silky hair was spread all over my face
While her sweet memory is woven around my heart
We were happily holding hand in hand that evening
While I am alone walking with my shadow this evening
I followed her like a shadow while she was walking that evening
While I am walking alone holding her memory like a
torch this evening

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I am a retired Engineer from the Government of Karnataka and now 64 year old. post retirement I fancied to write in 3 languages namely English,Hindi and kannada. I have written several poems,short stories etc and have published two books namely ""Tri bhasha Kritigalu and Rampys vision on lifes mission and now it has become passion for me to continue writing. I have also developed several software computer programmes covering Technical,medical and general programmes
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ranga_mani
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The poet experienced an evening of ecstasy and then another evening, similar, yet fully of agony…..
the pain of losing someone is felt only by those heart s who have lost that special someone…..that moment has gone …….but the memories remain…………forever…….a wonderful thought provoking poem…
Congratulations!!!!!

ramakrishnan chatakondu
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Hats off……..hats off…….hats off………..hats off……….hats off……….hats off………hats off……….

Savi Mani
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two evenings, two very different evening, one which gave immense pleasure to the poet, so much so that the memories are buried deep within the soul and then comes the evening of agony…..making the poet remember the evening earlier…..a wonderful comparison between the two, its so sad its so true that the moments of ecstasy comes in our life and then sadly it goes too soon leaving and hurting us with its memories for the rest of our life………one of your best poem Sir i must admit……….regards

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