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At the hour of Last breath

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(A poem by Rafeeque Ahammad. Translated by Anand )






Stay with me at the hour of my last breath,
Amassing the burning veracities of life,
My Fingers are dead,
Let them get ease by caressing you.
Last molecules of my breath may cart thy fragrance.
My love, let thy face plunge
In the eyes of mine, never to be opened.
Ears, no longer be opened for sounds,
Be sealed with thy mellifluousness.
Mind, burning with thoughts and memoir,
Be filled with thy evergreen memories.
Kisses-made scars on my lips,
Heal in the sweet chants of thy name.
Reminiscences of journey,
 Unto thee my love, my feet tranquil.
That’s enough for me,
Buried under the earth,
I resurrect-
Newborn leaves of grass.

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  1. Anonymous25 May 2013 at 08:11

    it's touching. something that breaks the heart. think you are in deep love 'because i have been reading all your posts and the comments for the previous posts too.
    absolutely fantastic and deep from the hearts. take my credit my friend, u r original.

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  2. Commentator25 May 2013 at 09:33

    First, who's the 'Dewdrop'? Anyways, she must be the lucky one dear Anand! Actually, what was going with your previous post "I am an Utopian...” I actually thought about dropping my comments there, but later, when I have read all the comments and replays, I didn't want to break the flow of the beautifully and marvelously woven real-life or subjectively reflected story. I felt that original. Anyways "Dewdrop" and you did well. Is she real? You people worked well together if that was real. But, sincerely, somewhere in the comments, I felt sorry for her (yes, I felt sorry for her for running away from 'his' love)! Anand, you express your feeling beautifully and the readers like me feel it too. Do keep writing.
    Well, wishes for your 'Platonic love'.

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    1. Anand25 May 2013 at 09:44

      nice to see u again! well, let the 'Dewdrop' remain in my memories. I don't want to share it, let it live and die with me! (you know me) hahaha. and you said it, 'Platonic'! yup dude, that's it. (and your sorry for her, i have no comments!)anyways , thank you for not dropping your comments in "I am an Utopian..." keep in touch.

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  3. Anonymous26 May 2013 at 04:37

    And I wonder why I'm not in love with you already... :') Beautiful rendition..
    Was busy with stuff.. Will reply soon.. ;)

    - Dewdrop

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    1. Anand26 May 2013 at 07:46

      well, i don't wonder!
      "The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt within the heart."- Helen Keller

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  4. Anonymous21 July 2013 at 21:05

    wowowow!!!!

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