A walk by the fields

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After a long time, finally, I am out with a post. Today’s post narrates a story of a father discovering the meaning of life after the death of his beloved wife. I hope you enjoy reading it.

Overwhelmed by the canopy of stars under the night sky,

I sit by the fields like any other day, waiting for her to pass by,

Her dazzling smile, her sweet fragrance, her graceful stride,

Reminds me of that special day, when my girl became my bride,

The chapel was lit, tearful parents seated on the sides of the aisle,

With the nervous groom, struggling to recall his vows all the while,

Which flowed like poetry, once he lifted her, glittering, pristine veil,

And they promised each other oneness in their matrimonial trail.

He counted two decades elapsed since he visited the church again,

For instead of happiness, that place now bestowed him with pain,

A loud noise was heard and a devastating rumble followed suit,

Letting go of her gloved hand was all that he remembered en route,

To the hospital, where he woke up after ten torment full days,

To hear, he lost his family in the church which in riots was ablaze,

Only his newly wedded wife was fortunate enough to survive,

Although now she needed machines to help her breathe and thrive,

Days turned into months waiting in the hospital, by her bedside,

Hoping one day, she would rise, leaving her lifeless trance, aside,

After months of waiting, she breathed her last and bid goodbye,

And bequeathed a girl to make him smile, whenever he would cry.

However, he pushed the baby girl away, in pain, in raging anger,

” Her life is cursed”, he kept repeating feverishly with a clangor,

He’d send her to be raised in a home for orphans he decided,

She would bring nothing but sorrow, was the reason he provided,

With a stone heart, he left the baby at the house, sans any concern,

For her well-being and happiness and decided never to return.

With changing moons,the crying baby blossomed into a wise lady,

Believing, one day she would finally be able to meet her family,

Probably when she would be roaming freely around the fields,

Or happily running haywire amidst the colorful,dense yields,

Or someday riding a bus while going to the neighboring town,

Maybe they’ll meet while she was shopping for her wedding gown.

Like his lover, he roamed around the fields every now and then,

Hoping in some way or the other, he could be with her again,

On one of these somber, hopeful walks, she came back into his life,

With the same smile, warm face, she was a replica of his late wife,

In an instant he realized where she came from, who she was,

For her unhappy childhood and misery, he was the cause,

Unable to face his young girl, whom he had harmed,

He scurried away shamefully, making her scared and alarmed.

Since then he had been visiting those fields every day,

To talk to her,to seek her forgiveness in every possible way,

Every time she casts a glance at me, she melts away my heart,

With her kind, nurturing aura and a pristine soul and heart,

With time she has started considering me her trustworthy friend,

If I told her truth, will she turn away and would our bond also end?

Afraid of this, I could never muster courage to talk to her,

Until today when I would reveal the cold truth in front of her,

I know her love for the fields will make her sneak out of her room,

For she finds these walks as a means of averting the gloom,

Tonight come what may, I will chose the path of atoning for my sin,

I ‘ll promise to never go and stay with her through thick and thin,

A low thud and rustling of leaves, made me look around,

My sweetheart was sprawled near the fallen Oak leaves, I found,

I lovingly helped her get to her feet and dusted her dress,

And around the twinkling stars, twirled the playful tigress.

Before I could utter a word, I could feel myself weeping,

For injuring a heart, which would probably never stop bleeding,

She bent down and pressed something in my hand,

A bright red rose, which had crumpled a little in her hand,

She embraced me and said something, changing my life forever,

“I know you went away before, but I know you’d do it never,

Again and we’ll be together till the world falls apart,

A new life,sans agony, united and strong, we’ll start”.

Seeing our footprints together, I was sure she had returned to me,

Years later, reminiscing , the moments of our youthful spree,

When he had hurt her selfishly, she had smiled and revealed,

He was forgiven,by asking him to walk with her by the field.

© Bhagyashree, 19.9.2019

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” Together”

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Hi fellow bloggers and beloved readers!

Isn’t it surreal how one line, one quote, sometimes inspires you to no bounds and you surrender yourself to the beautiful process of creating something new! (Let me know if it is otherwise for you guys)

” More than mother and son,
They were accomplices in solitude”.

Gabriel Gracia Marquez

When I finished reading this quote, I was sure about one thing, is the inspiration for my next poem. And lo, here it is! A poem dedicated to the angelic journey of a mother-son duo pitted against the cruel world. However, this poem would have made more sense on the occasion of Mothers’ Day 😛 Never mind, enjoy my piece!

Stumbling her way through the old building alone,

The young girl maneuvered to search for that stone,

From her childhood, bearing the innocent imprints,

Of ruling the world, someday, with her artistic prints.

Crossing the forgotten alley, she recalled that night,

Which left her miserable and drowning in contrite,

“It was a mistake, a grave blunder”, he kept repeating,

“Let’s stifle the tiny heart, that’s inside you, beating”.

A scared, but firm ‘no’ was her strong, ultimate reply,

After which, her loved faded, painfully bidding goodbye,

Determined to fight back for herself and now,for him,

A part of her soul, which would never leave her grim.

Abandoned by her parents, seeking solace in solitude,

She realized, a change was needed, in her attitude,

From a meek, frightened and helpless single mother,

To a strong, brave, loving and self-sufficient mother.

She decided to rekindle her love for the vibrant paints,

And learn to live life to the fullest, sans constraints,

Seeking inspirations from the scribbles of the past,

She vowed to lay an example, forever which would last.

Her left hand, carrying the stone with cracked paint,

The other promised the child, ” You’ll never be a taint,

You are my precious, precious blessing to be prized.

Seeing the wonder you’ll be, the would will be surprised”.

“We are not alone from now, we are together in this,

And together we’ll make our lives an ethereal bliss”,

Promising this, she walked with her head held high,

With her little treasure she was ready to soar the skies.


Twenty, long, years later, she remembered her old days,

Seeing the cluster of canvases, bather by golden rays,

Where a young man, spoke about spreading joy through art,

An innocent, pure joy, keeping the evil and cruelty apart.

Smiling he walked up to an old lady, delicate and elegant,

Taking her hand, he whispered in a manner, eloquent,

” We were not alone, mother, we were together in this,

Mother, together we made our lives, an ethereal bliss”.

Bhagyashree, 30.8.19

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