Mourning Of A Dead Body

Mourning Of A Dead Body long poem

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Eighty Five years I lived in this world
Throughout my life, I was thirsty for love and care
But no one was ready to give me that love.
Now I am dead and my body is lying in the Coffin.
Without knowing my soul standing and watching ,
From a distance above their head,
All are standing around my body .
Some are screaming and some are weeping
Some faces are red with grief and sorrow
While some are praising me to others.
With a wonder I was watching all these dramas
From a distance above their head.
The incidences came one by one in my mind.
When I came out from my mother’s womb,
My parents felt so happy finding me a boy.
All my elders became happy
Seeing me as an asset to the family.
They dreamt of me as a way to earn money
There was a competition to love me , to take me,
And to pat me as a dear one.
When I started to walk, they found some thing unnatural
It was a shock to my family to see me as a lame boy.
The competition had a full stop here.
I wanted to play with my elder sisters,
But they avoided me as I am lame.
When I started to go to school ,
I wished to be a part of others,
But they pushed me back seeing me as a shame.
No one missed the opportunity which
They got to tease me and push me aside .
In my youth, I tried to make some earnings for my life
But the opportunities were denied for a lame one.
I wished to make a family as others do,
But no parents were ready to give the girls
To a lame, un attractive person.
Years passed by , nothing happened special
My hair became grey and body weak.
No one took care of me
I was avoided from the family functions
Finding me shame for others.
When my health is gone and needed someone’s help,
Every one shouted at me telling me as pretending .
Now I’m dead, no one thinks I was lame
The love is showered on me
And no one can control their grief and sorrow.
Because the time comes to divide my property.
I wonder, what a drama is going on,
What a wonderful world it is.

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I was working as the head teacher of a high school for many years.I have written many poems in English, Urdu and Malayalam. But i never had the confidence to bring it to the public .Better to say, i never tried for it due to lack of confidence.Now i got a platform to bring myself forward.Thanks to the editorial board of high on poems.I enjoy reading and writing.
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Savi Mani
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Dearest Ammu, oh why I have to come late on your poem, you are gifted with this talent to keep your readers glue to your wonderful writing from the beginning till the end and then long after having finished reading the poem remains embedded in the heart in the mind……..this is indeed one of your best poem and a heart wrenching one……towards the end the very fact the bitter truth that no one loved the disabled person ….came as a shock…..why the world is so materialistic…….i am left to think again and again is there any humanity left or the world is just left with cheaters looters liars the mechanical people having no emotions ……….awesome dear Ammu a story ….in intself….

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