It was 29th October evening of Sarojini Nagar where bomb was blasted. I was at the blast spot half an hour before. I was standing at two feet distance with my family. We were waiting for our friend who had gone to ATM for money withdrawal and having snacks. We stood there for 20 minutes.
No body knows that death was also waiting there.
We know that time of death is fixed. We were lucky that we escaped the death….
31 October, 2005
मौत
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9 comments:
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This poem comes at a time when the sounds of the blast has not yet died in the media and our hearts. Lucky were you indeed: two feet and half an hour away from the death. There is no wonder that the words and their order in the poem has every bit of the shudder that you felt when the blast took off. The poem shudders the reader in awe and shock. Hail the God for showering mercy on you. Others were, alas, not equally lucky.
namaste Yatish, it's so sad to hear what happened in Delhi. It also makes me upset. Innocent people being killed - for what reason? These people are mad, insane. I have visited Delhi many times since the late 1970's, and always love coming back. I hope these people will learn that no problem can be solved with violence. A sad theme for your first posting, but it's good you have shown this ... Be well,and god bless you and your family! Dhanyavad Guntram
I must say you have a sharp mind to judge the metaphor. Nice post and the way you described the aftermath is egregiously mind blowing. Your poetry is quite heart touching
Dear Mr. Jain, It was really an unfortunate event. But let me thank you for the work you have done. The photography & the lines of the poem complement each other very well & make us all very touched. Continue the gr8 work.
the pic and the poem both r so powerful yet so much soft n sensitive to reach d deepest corner of one's heart.. blv me it had tears in my eyes aftr going thru ur blog.. nice efforts sir..kp up d gud wrk
9 comments:
This poem comes at a time when the sounds of the blast has not yet died in the media and our hearts. Lucky were you indeed: two feet and half an hour away from the death. There is no wonder that the words and their order in the poem has every bit of the shudder that you felt when the blast took off. The poem shudders the reader in awe and shock. Hail the God for showering mercy on you. Others were, alas, not equally lucky.
Lucky Man you are.
We should fight together with the terrorism.
namaste Yatish,
it's so sad to hear what happened in Delhi. It also makes me upset. Innocent people being killed - for what reason? These people are mad, insane.
I have visited Delhi many times since the late 1970's, and always love coming back. I hope these people will learn that no problem can be solved with violence.
A sad theme for your first posting, but it's good you have shown this ...
Be well,and god bless you and your family!
Dhanyavad
Guntram
Very powerful shot, worthy of a news magazine lead photo.
I must say you have a sharp mind to judge the metaphor. Nice post and the way you described the aftermath is egregiously mind blowing. Your poetry is quite heart touching
Dear Mr. Jain,
It was really an unfortunate event. But let me thank you for the work you have done. The photography & the lines of the poem complement each other very well & make us all very touched. Continue the gr8 work.
Thanks for the picture & your poem. Let me tell you that your presentation is exellent & after seeing it there were tears in my eyes.
Great poem...It depicts truly the feeling of the victims.
The photograph taken is brilliant and very professional.
Rishi
the pic and the poem both r so powerful yet so much soft n sensitive to reach d deepest corner of one's heart..
blv me it had tears in my eyes aftr going thru ur blog..
nice efforts sir..kp up d gud wrk
tk cr
:) :) :)
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