THE BABY SUN


I know… tomorrow will be another day;

I have heard… it will be a new day.

I know… tomorrow will come like a gentle bride;

And, when it comes,

I will not hear the trumpets from far,

Nor will I see the Comets in the sky.


It will be another day…

Of another hope…

Of another chance.


My heart longs to be free from its burden

When tomorrow comes;

It longs to see the baby sun…

All through the day…

Oh! So tender…

So loving…

So full of promise.


They say: “Who knows… Tomorrow may not come!”

They remind me:

“Sit beside your ailing dad…

Listen to your rebel son…

Kiss your nagging partner…

Bless your hell-bent tomentor.”


Hey, the ‘Tomorrow’ has come…

This day, ‘Today’…

One more day, One more chance…

Like a gentle bride

With a new hope and a new promise.



This lady who died in the sleep last night

Was not that old…

I had met her yesterday

And wished her “Good afternoon”.

I see the white sheet and the bamboo sticks,

I see the earthen pot and marigold garlands,

I see the barber’s razor shaving off the young man’s scalp…

A few moments from now…

Will go all things into ashes.

“From dust to dust, from ashes to ashes!”

Amen.


I long to see the baby sun…

All through the day!


No trumpets heard…

No Comets seen…

Only a white sheet and some bamboo sticks!


GERALD D'CUNHA

Comments

Tushar Sinha said…
Yes sir, one more day... one more chance!

Feel like from the top of the mountain:
"Thank you... Thank you so much!"

.Tushar
December 10, 2011 at 11:35 AM
Gerald D'Cunha said…
True Tushar... I too feel like shouting from the top of the mountain: "Thank u!"

They just returned from the cremation ground!

Thanks.

Love, GERRY
December 10, 2011 at 11:42 AM
BIPASHA said…
Thank you Gerry for the brilliant ride!!!

-- Bip
December 10, 2011 at 12:17 PM
S V A said…
Brilliant! As always the one thing I sure get from you is HOPE!
December 10, 2011 at 4:30 PM
Gerald D'Cunha said…
I believe it is Anand (SAV).

Thanks for the comment... It a lot.

I need u for my hope... U need me...

Hope keeps us going...

So be it.

Love, GERRY
December 11, 2011 at 11:10 AM
Gerald D'Cunha said…
Thanks Bipasha... Glad u loved the ride!

Keep riding!

Love, GERRY
December 11, 2011 at 11:11 AM
Sudhir Kumar said…
Terrific imagery... I simply loved it!

Keep up the splendid work. We need it.

Thanks a ton.

= Sudhir
December 11, 2011 at 11:14 AM
Gerald D'Cunha said…
Thank u Sudhir.

Imagery evokes fire in me! I love them!

Keep reading.

Love, GERRY
December 11, 2011 at 12:40 PM
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