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
Feel like from the top of the mountain:
"Thank you... Thank you so much!"
.Tushar
They just returned from the cremation ground!
Thanks.
Love, GERRY
-- Bip
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
Keep riding!
Love, GERRY
Keep up the splendid work. We need it.
Thanks a ton.
= Sudhir
Imagery evokes fire in me! I love them!
Keep reading.
Love, GERRY