Fairly ice for
instance, an arrow carved,
And shot on blazing sun-fed
May,
Aught not be destined afar,
but melt away,
Same did you rose up radiant
bright,
But alike billows you
sublimed soon,
Full four past to fifth New
Year
You bounced high with merry
prawns,
All through the days in
summer stream,
And brought for me, some
wild blossoms,
Blooming nearby green paddy
field,
Where ripened our autumn
rice.
I laid by and watched your
play,
Or plucked for you, some
mangoes green,
But you grasped for prawns
to feed,
The reason ahead their need
and gain
So all they were, your
closest breed
Though alas for me did you
leave
All truth of how you
sublimed far,
As warm stream bubbled
through my foot,
Prawns all swam near with
ears so wide,
Till I poured of you sound
near.
Brilliant showpiece was I in
class,
Excelled in all given to
pass,
Where I returned home by
dusk,
You ran to comb my shattered
books,
Running then for coin or par
But fair brother, my next
heart,
Those painful last days of
your life,
Marks my reminiscence of sustained
ache
As your breast pause not so
far
I felt you lying pale and
lost,
Swollen belly with sunken
face
Counting last breathe till
graveyard
To my way on school and
back,
I passed by your bed, as
though fresh,
No vigor to gaze you, but
peep low
And along trail, incessant
tears rolled
Hands were torn then, chest
mudded,
My knees bled and eyes sank
down,
Melted soft by those
worshipped foot,
Knelt and cried to give my
breathe,
But all faded, as worthless
sheds,
Failed thus to save you from
transient leap,
Now I hold your saline
graveyard soil,
Dusting my wet face dull and
dry,
Same dust turning my dark
hairs gray.
As my eyelids crawl too
close,
I feel true; my arms
wrapping you,
Your breath breezing my
chest warm,
Whereby, as my eyes chop
wide,
Only to see but blanket
cold,
Cupped and pressed hard by
my chest,
And a vacant bed aside.
Squeezing same wet pillow
close,
I murmur then with helpless
lips-
My books all gone moldy
green,
Torn and shattered besides
bed,
Coins too all have turned so
pale,
Inside crackling half split
box,
None there now I owe for
bet,
And some you left, half
unused.
No more prawns now in
streams,
To welcome me with bubbling
dive,
Where once poured their
merry heart,
And marked day for happy
start
No more brilliant I, stand
in class,
My pages too peeled of
tears,
Even from master’s speech
through day,
I hear but from that
deathbed you say-
“See my blinking eyes, my dear,
See
my lips with murmur warm,
Soon
to cease cold forever,
And
your brother’s graveyard near,
In
corner’s split wooden box,
Coins
I saved some left unused,
Ones
you owed me, for the bet
Find
them all and take for self,
For
here ends my DREAMS of LIFE”
