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[aid] => mick
[title] => My Immortal
[time] => 2007-12-09 07:04:33
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[bodytext] => Faraway in a village, near the well: An old feeble women used to dwell: So miserable she was: So forlorn she was: Without any loved one she used to pass her days: With tears in her eyes and a melancholic look on her wrinkled face: She spent twenty years of her life in what she believed: Sitting under a stunned, leafless tree: Because underneath that tree, there was the grave of her sun who was dead: She believed, he 's still alive & one day he will come back; She would water that leafless tree everyday; So One day her son will sleep under its shade; As there were no signs of leaves on the tree, that was stun; Oh mighty Lord! She cries, my son might wake up because of the scorching heat of the sun; As the sun would set she used to get worried Oh Lord! It’s getting dark & cold; My son is claustrophobic; he’s not that bold; She used to sob all day; she used to weep all night; Singing lullabies to make her son feel allright; I am here I am here, don’t worry my child; I will never leave you alone & will always be on your side; No need to be scared; I am here to protect you from all evils & harms; If it gets cold; ill hold you in my arms; As time was passing by & there were no signs of his return; She decided to make an effigy out of the clay from the grave of her son; To her that effigy was her little child who was dead; Her happiness was indescribable, that her son has come back; Now she smiled all-night & laughed all day; All her neighbors envied, to see her laugh & play; As time passed by she became more worried; O Lord! My child doesn’t eat; O Lord my child doesn’t sleep; All day she cried, o my Lord, O my Lord, Now she has become feebler and sobs even more; He was sleeping soundly in his bed & I woke him up from his sleep; Her face has now become more wrinkled & she has now become more weak; She knew in her heart that her days on earth are numbered; Why did I wake him up from his sweet slumber; Who’ll take care of him, when I will not be by his side; Who will take him in his arms, when he’d feel scared & cold at night; She decided to make the same bed in which once his son dwelt; Alongwith her beloved son she lies in that bed; She is now no more & has had her last breath; Holding her beloved child firmly in her arms so he’d not feel frightened & cold at night; A year has been passed & that stunned tree has become shady; to protect them both from the sun’s scorching light... (Minoo) [comments] => 2 [counter] => 251 [topic] => 39 [informant] => minoo [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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