Shed tears, no more, O, my mother.
by Bhuwan Thapaliya
Sunday, January 22, 2006
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Ah! Shed tears, no more, O, my mother.
Sorry, I can’t take your tears with me.
It’s just that I have taken your smiles.
But listen, O, my mother, as a lotus,
though remaining in water, is not
wetted by it. So am I, though dead
is not wetted by the death. Yes,
I shall rise again from the cremation
ground, to sleep yet again in your lap,
and wallop all four seasons in a single
nap, and hold you in my arms, at least
for a moment as the sky holds the clouds.
Copyright 2006 Bhuwan Thapaliya
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|Reviewed by Bobbi Duffy
|Bhuwan, My friend, this is such a poignant piece that my heart felt saddened, yet it also felt hopeful. Good write.
|Reviewed by jude forese
|an emotive and beautiful poem that moves the heart and soul ...|
|Reviewed by Cathrine Hottran
|Reviewed by Chrissy McVay
|This would touch anyone's heart who has one, especially the heart of a mother or father.|
|Reviewed by Janet Parker
|This is so beautiful and moving.|
|Reviewed by M.Bennett Hooper (Mikii)
|Another beautiful and heartfelt write Bhuwan. Peace, love, and blessings to you and yours. Mikii|
|Reviewed by Carole Mathys
|Heart touching, beautiful write, Bhuwan.
love and peace...
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|A most powerful piece, Bhuwan.|
|Reviewed by L. Figgins
|Tears at the death of this beautiful angel. But as the lotus is not wetted by remaining in water, so too it's beauty grows through the
silt-pure radiance in a murky pool. Incredible write, Bhuwan!