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The other day I died.
by Ashok ShardaIt is said
unless one dies
one can not be born again.
I remember
one part of me
which, some how, failed to be begotten
was born on the day
a part of me died.
I wish
death of yet another part of me
in this very moment
so as to be born again
afresh and librated
full of joy beauty and love.
Let us hope
we celebrate
this very day
as the day of my death. 02/07/2002 Posted on 02/07/2002
Copyright © 2024 Ashok Sharda
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by William Teo on 01/16/03 at 02:25 PM I really like this one!! One can't really be born again unless one dies, nor can one truly be happy unless he is sad. |
| Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 10/05/03 at 03:25 PM I like this. From the title, I expected it to be somber, but instead it rejoices when a part of us dies to give birth to something more beautiful |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/10/03 at 05:51 PM Strong reminder that parts of ourselves must die from time to time so that new selves can be born and live. |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 12/17/03 at 05:11 PM beautiful, just beautiful, ashok!... this is so very true... oft times, a pice of us MUST die for another to have birth... if we are fortunate, the piece that dies is a part that is no longer needed to be replaced with a greater piece of the greater whole... you inspire me... blessings... |
| Posted by Rula Shin on 01/14/04 at 08:59 PM As a new member this is the first work I am rating because I absolutely adore this little poem! The last stanza is especially beautiful in its turn of words,
Let us hope
we celebrate
this very day
as the day of my death.
To hope for and celebrate all our little deaths - what an intriguing and thought provoking idea. The idea that death in itself promotes life that could not otherwise be seen is beautiful, but the way you articulate that idea in your poem is masterful. I really enjoyed reading this! |
| Posted by J. P. Davies on 04/08/04 at 07:57 AM This is one of my regular meditations...I must die in mind and realize that the world continues without me. Only in doing so can I begin to comprehend what impacts I have on the world by being alive. However, in becoming dead you become aware that you are not the center of your world or anyone elses. Therefore, to die is to live unnoticed, unimportant, but so very strong in one's self. Thank you for the refresher :) |
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