To my Dad
With heavy hearts we bid you goodbye
I was so stunned I didn’t even cry
I wanted you to live
You had so much to give
us, your kids who didn’t want you to die!
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Writing 101, Day 10: Farewell
Assignment: Write a poem of a farewell today.
Farewell to Everyone
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It’s painful to see the loved ones go
To an unimaginable place I don’t know
I wish they’d visit me in my dream
It too is impossible it seems.
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When I went to bid goodbye to Goodenough House
The secretary received me with a gorgeous smile
She said, I still remember, “It’s au revoir , Miss Sabeth,
Not Goodbye, I hope to see you sometime soon.”
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I went to London many times
I didn’t have the heart to say, Goodbye,
Let it be :Au Revoir till the end of time
This is what I quietly said in my mind.
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Once again I’m here to bid farewell
To my blogger friends
Who were kind enough
To leave their comment.
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Many thanks to all of you
For reading my attempt
To write poetry
Even though you were pressed for time.
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Before I dot my i’s and cross my t’s
It wouldn’t be fair if I failed to
Mention my dear friend Robert
Who through thick and thin
Supported me.
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He thinks I’m a poet how sweet is he
He counted me in the poets circle
Is it not a real miracle!
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The Conclusion: The Farewell
And now it is evening.
And the seeress said, “Blessed be this day and this place and your spirit has spoken.”
And he answered ,
Was it I who spoke?
Was I not also a listener?
Then he descended the steps of the temple.
And he reached his ship and stood upon the deck.
And facing the people he raised his voice and said:
People of Orphalese, the wind bids me to leave you.Brief were my days among you, and briefer still the words I have spoken.
But should my voice fade in your ears, and my love vanish in your memory, then I will come again.
And with a richer heart and lips more yielding to the spirit will I speak.
Yea, I shall return with the tide,
And though death may hide me,yet again will I seek your under standing.
And not in vain will I seek.
If aught I have said is truth, that truth shall reveal itself in a clearer voice, and in more kin to your thoughts.
And if this day is not a fulfillment of your needs and my love, then let it be a promise till another day.
Know therefore, from the greater silence I shall return. Forget not that I shall come back to you. A little while , and my longing shall gather dust and foam for another body.
A little while , a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me.
Farewell to you and the youth I have spent with you.
If in the twilight of memory we should meet once more, we shall speak again together and you shall sing to me a deeper song.
And if our hands should meet in another dream we shall build another tower in the sky.
So saying he made a signal to the seamen, and straightaway they weighed anchor and cast the ship loose from its moorings,and they moved eastward.
And a cry came from the people as from a single heart, and it rose into the dusk and was carried out over the sea like a great trumpeting.
Only Almitra was silent , gazing after the ship until it had vanished into the mist.
And when all the people dispersed she still stood alone upon the sea-wall, remembering in her heart his saying:
“A little while , a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me.”
“From The Prophet”
Author , Kahlil Gibran
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Tagore song: Let the vessel of sweet memories, posted and translated by Ranu
Let the farewell vessel of sweet memories remain filled
In tearful sadness and quiet depths of silence
May your heart secretly find a new message
You will have to go alone on the path you choose to take
There will be darkness in your eyes
But there will be a ray of light
In your heart
Throughout the day your mind
Will be revived with sweet memories
While in the garden of your heart
The lute will play the music of separation!
https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/09/01/tagore-song-le…slated-by-ranu/
Farewell By R.Tagore__ translated by Ranu
English: Pooja room in an Indian home (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I am leaving my dear Mom I am leaving.
Early in the morning when you notice your empty lap and call Khoka
I will say,’that Khoka is not here’.
My dear mother, I am leaving.
I will mix with the air I will go ,Mother I will ride on your chest__
You cannot catch me with your hand.
I will be a wave in the water dear mother____no one will know me,
During the bath I will play with you.
When droplets of rain fall from the cloud you will think of me at night in your bed,
I will sing the song of drip drop in the forest.
From the clouds I will flash a light into your window to see you,
will you remember my laughter?
If you stay up late at night for Khoka my dear mother
I will come in the guise of a star and tell you ‘sleep’.
After you fall asleep I will enter your room as the moonlight,
I will leave a kiss in your eyes.
I will become a dream and I will come to see mother,
I will go in the middle of your sleep.
You will wake up in false hope you will feel the side of your bed,
who knows where I will vanish.
At the time of Pooja celebration the boys will roam around and play in the courtyard,
tell them ‘Khoka is not in the house’.
Then I will become the tune of the flute and move around in the sky.
I will come back with you and you will feel my presence in all your work.
When auntie comes with the clothes for Pooja and she asks you
‘where did your Khoka go’,
tell her ‘Khoka , he cannot be lost___he is here, a star in my eyes,
he is united with me on my chest and on my lap’.
Sabethville 