Tuesday, January 5, 2016

SMILE

It is not as if I have not cried 
It is just that my tears have dried
It is not as if I do not care
It is just that I am too aware
Of the cost of a life
Of the despair of a wife
Of the price of war
There is no par

For death has knocked every door
The pretty, the sick, the rich, the poor,
And when a life is lost so young
When grief is suddenly sprung
On ageing parents
On hopeful hearts
On children, sweet
There is no respite

Yet we have to gather strength
Calm our minds and look ahead
With memories of those gone as beacon lights
Looking at those with worse plights
For life is hope
To live is to cope
We have to walk every mile
Therefore, smile.

............Dedicated to all those who leave us early .....in the service of the nation and some times claimed by life itself ............and those who they leave behind 

....inspired by my dear Padma Periamma who has shown us how to live with dignity and a smile ...and brought up my 3 lovely cousins on her own ..inspite of  death claiming Periappa so early .

1 comment:

  1. Akila, your poem made the eyes moist, brought a smile just so slight, and filled the heart with warmth of your understanding a martyrs sacrifice
    Yes they will cope and the nation has hope as long as brave boys and girls rise to don the whites, blues and olive greens
    For as long as they hold the gun, the wheel or joystick
    For as long as the last of them is standing to salute our tricolour, this Nation has Hope!

    Thanks Akila, for your lovely tribute

    ReplyDelete