
Life may not always turn out as we imagine it would. But when reality changes, is it possible to give up what could have been? To set someone free, to unshackle them from the burdens of shared dreams?
I am not sure what the reply to this postcard might have been? But I do imagine that it was a practical acceptance of fate. The more interesting part for me is exploring if happiness found its way to the shredded soul. If the winds of fortune changed sails… however late?
To reflect the theme of delay of my first Postcard Poem, this post is intentionally late.
Dearest,
Apologies
For being late.
Posting this from the
Hospital bed.
Do not worry, just shrapnel
From a stray grenade,
That missed me… Took
The man next to me instead.
Not sure if I can call it
A lucky twist of fate, though…
For it seems I’ll have no use for my legs
Henceforth, that’s what the doctor said.
And since he told me the news,
Hard as it was to palate,
I have tried innumerable times
To picture a life for us without feeling the weight,
And so, unbearable as it is,
I have decided,
Not to burden you with a love,
That must one day evaporate.
I do not doubt your unwavering devotion,
But I cannot allow my altered state,
To define your life. And I take solace in
Believing that this is what the Gods have decided.
Yours. For the last time.
Jyotsna Atre
April 01, 2021
This post is a part of the Blogchatter A2Z challenge
Very poignant. One of the best poems I read recently. A lot of agonies haunt us as and after we read the lines.
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Thank you for appreciating the poem. Life does extract its price… in a currency called happiness.
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What a poignant poem stemming from a postcard message as poignant! Life does have a way of overtaking us, doesn’t it? I would love to read your future posts as well.
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Thank you, and more power to your pen!
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Thank you for appreciating my post. Life happens, yes. Least when we expect it.
Would love to read your blog. 🙂
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Beautiful. It’s interesting how much we are willing to suffer so another may not suffer and all of this somehow amounts to love. Loved this poem.
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Thank you for appreciating the poem! We discover a higher self in our own suffering. Sadly.
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