School reopened today Arushi…
Remember we sat together in the new class for a month or so,
But now you won’t be back; days, months, years will go.
I will settle down with a new seat companion.
You will be up there rejoiced in His union!
All stories will become history as the time is past.
Helplessly you shall remain printed in my memory till it lasts...
I am growing; adolescence is at the door, knocking.
Transition is no longer an exciting fun; it has become shocking.
Apprehension has made me conscious and uncomfortable;
Helper, friend, kin, strangers; the crowd seems unpredictable.
I need mamma around, I want to talk and I want to share.
I go weak when she is not there to protect me from those stare.
Howsoever bad I do, even the whole world might throw,
I will always have one place to go; I know.
They will embrace me, they can’t turn to me blind,
Now sometimes I look at them too... with a fear in my mind.
Don't know, what can ever force my Parents to think of diminishing me?
I just no longer feel light inside; your demise has transformed me.
Hey Arushi, can you be back once only for half an hour?
We had just begun life and so soon it has turned sour.
I want to breathe freely, I want to fly high;
It haunts me all the time, your painful last sigh;
For once you say; it was a natural death, no big insight.
Just that you longed for life and to succeed Yamraj had to fight!
And see how normal the life seems to me again;
You know living with fear is a continuous pain;
Your exit itself has left me devastated.
Beyond this no terror can be accommodated.
Live peacefully wherever you are my dear;
I might get slightly busy; see class tenth exams are near…
Life goes on…
Your school friend, your class mate, another life on earth like yours was!
8 comments:
Good piece of poetry reflecting myriad of emotions.
Excellent poem, mamta and I feel arushi's classmates must be going through this phase and the feelings mentioned are not just feelings but their inner voice which you have penned down.
I also lost one of my close friends in college and till now I couldn't get over the pain of it. This poem has again brought those feelings on surface and moistened my eyes.
Really an excellent poem. I am also thinkin to wrie an story in hindi.
Hey Mamta ma'm,
that was too tragic a poem....and u brought the context very well....senti tha boss....bt its gud tht at last u mentioned d golden words "Life must go on"
Hi,
The poem written by the friend of Arushi has given the precise message, which was lost in the stampede of the new Indian media. What has happened cannot be changed, but the impact of the tragic incident has been deep wide spread. Although my mind cannot find ways to stop such incidents from happening, such incidents are a shame on Indian society.
Although we didn't have much to talk about our police, the UP police is simply a black spot, not on the police force but on the country. Such tragic events are spreading terror in the young invincible generation of India.
........."From the diary of Aarushi..." is a nice recollection. The poem leads us to share her fondling memories about Aarushi. The poem doesn't stop there. It invokes a sense of deep emotion in the reader and creates a feeling that it has happened in your very neighborhood.
Its just beautiful...The tormented li'll adolescent is trying to tell that she's afraid of growing...growing out of her mum's arms to be in the world..
It was a blow to he psychie of each and every child...Just hope no one sees such a fate again....
Hi ma'am,
How are you?
your poems are really very well articultate and context full..
~Diva
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