Tuesday, February 15, 2011

The spark

No flowers, no roses.
No statues, no poses
My form will not glare at you
from junctions or halls,
Nor will my posters
be adorning the walls.




How will I be remembered,
you may like to ask?
Memory is short,
and life is so fast.




I may not lead the troops
or cross first the mark,
But in the fire which galvanized men,
I would like to be that spark,
from where it all began!


A sakhav (comrade) passed away last week and all our streets and walls in MVLK are splattered with his photos and black flags greet travelers at every junction here....and that is what sparked these few lines.....

7 comments:

unknown poet said...

nice...never thought n dis angle...

SAILESH said...

nice one Dheeraj

Sailesh

deekay said...
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deekay said...

@UP...thnx UP....hope u will respond with a poem at ehsas...;-)

@sailesh....welcum buddy to my blog....and thnx for taking time to read and comment here...i really appreciate it....

DevilSnare said...

This is what poetry is all about. Picking those still images of extreme movement and rhyming them into words of wisdom :D

deekay said...

:D.........aah DS..der aye.durust aye......:D

Solvin Tom said...

Gud one DK...
Keep it up!!!