Transcendence

Ballad Of Dewis Dianeen...

The mischievous zephyr sweeps my memory
To the old days of my freshly married life,
When on a search of silence and humble serenity
Away from all, away from the urban wild;
We bought a little ranch house in the outskirts,
Where we planted plenty of fruits and vegetables.
I had a beautiful lady who is beyond all words,
And a son who loved his father's bedtime fables.
There were hills all around, a cropfield up ahead,
We spent the evening, sips of tea with each other,
Watching the golden horizon, the sparrows' farewell,
Sharing the time with gladness and the nature.

Beauty always has its fall and she leaves us one day,
We bury her casket with our family photograph.
Our son would sit at the other corner without a say,
Neither had I any words to speak, or make him laugh.
The golden horizon silently mourned with a rosy sky;
Birds chorused the scrupulous prayer for her soul,
I hope she will greet me in the heaven all-high,
And beneath the silver harp and evergreen lawn we'll roll.
Her presence unfaded, and she was terribly missed,
But she was there in our son, some where I was sure,
For young Danny was her greatly cherished gift;
Who gave me a reason (against the solace) to endure.

He cried all night, up with an awful fever blazing;
I spent every second awake and kept him close
Tried to be his mother, put an end to his suffering
Yet, the weight of a mother departed, can never a man grow.
He was sixteen when he wanted to go for the defence,
He said, " You will be proud and you will feel honoured."
It was his choice, thus my permission wasn't too intense,
He was a man now, reasonably strong as a soldier.
I sent him with ripe fruits and his favourite apple juice
So that he doesn't fall hungry at any station. Few years later the battle called, it was on the news
"We are attacked!", he ended the conversation.
The call disconnected with a loud gunshot,
The dagger of a painful terror pierced my human heart;
A strange and crazy silence filled the tiny cot;
But he returned, returned in a flag, returned to stars.

I've spent those days with his smiling picture,
Clicked when he was mending the stairs of home.
Hoping that it would fill the lonely man's aperture
Whose fingers tremble and cracks the old bones.
What fate had I chosen, that I see my beloveds fall,
My strongest strength- my son, earlier my wife;
What breathing shall I brace, they are all gone,
But he did die with honour, the honour weeps in mine.
The scarlet sun sets, the chair emptied around the table;
I mourn in silence, I pray to the invisible Almighty.
Their absence is haunting, thus, a paper and scribbles.
The house will rot, the sun might too, but never our memory.
I've spent my dark hair days, with the blessing of love,
He grew up with his father graciously, I believe
His mother was waiting in the heaven above, he had to go.

Good bye son, fare thee well.

And it goes on...

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