The Unexpected Departure

The Unexpected Departure

A Poem by Amit Amola

Though every second my brain cell grows,

And every moment I get one minute old,

Should I be merry that my birthday has arose,

Or rather I should be in grief that my farewell is close.



This is the delusion which simply arose,

Because of our tendency to forget and ignore.

To forget the sorrowful end we will receive,

At the end of our life for ignoring and deceive.



Deceiving those friends and admirer of thine,

Who had love and affection for you every time.

Each and every moment who would feel the pain,

Of parting with you as their affection went in vain.


They are the one who would be so obsessed,

By you and your memories and your rejoicing jest.

They were the one who deserved at least,

A last meeting with you till you take your last breath.


That last glimpse of your eye’s spark which they couldn’t get.

Those last words they heard from you which they can’t forget.

Oh! Doesn’t they deserved to see the moment when you left.

Or either to gain your meagre importance they had to give a test.


If you could come back from your eternal afterlife,

And see the dreadful condition of the people including your wife.

You would find those people are in so miserable state,

That even their tearful eyes couldn’t change the fate.


Though this rule of nature is itself so utterly bleak,

That every time when someone departs, we all start to weep.

This wailing for short time is not so prolong,

As every person on this land knows that show keeps going on.

© 2013 Amit Amola

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Added on March 21, 2013
Last Updated on March 21, 2013


Amit Amola
Amit Amola

Dehradun, Jolly Grant, India