Sunday, August 20, 2006

Blueberry gifts

Revised

A ride across the forest and the bridges...
The hand that held me is long gone now,
Silent roadside pebbles, roll on to Beckley -
Virginia will be no more the home that I had.
I ask for my debts to be cleared for once,
Before I can ask for more or try to do so.
To retribute me to my soul, to let go of hope,
To requite another day of mine, return me home....
So many summers passed by for but a winter.
Now the snow lined roads make way for me.
Rush me to my death bed, angels carry me on,
Make haste before the last breath gives away.
Call on the mother - for she would now cry...
Its such a time, such a day, we can't say more...
Hold on to my feet, if I tremble beyond my mind...
Put a little sand on my right hand with no tears.
For gifts let blueberry be my good-bye holdings.
No flowers for me tonight, just let me go light...
At heart and in my mind, I have nothing to hold
A story has been told, and its concluded now

-Anubhav

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Original

A ride across the forest and the bridges...
The hand that held me is long gone now,
Silent roadside pebbles, roll on to Beckley -
Virginia would be no more the home I had.
Retribute me to my soul, regard it a blunder...
Summer often passes by in the hope for winter
Requite another day of mine, return me home....
A burnt wooden stick ain't same as a splinter...
Rush me to my death bed, angels carry me on,
Make haste before the last breath gives away.
Call on the mother - for she would now cry...
Its such a time, such a day, we can't say more...
Hold on to my feet, if I tremble beyond my mind...
Put a little sand on my right hand with no tears.
For gifts let blueberry be my good-bye holdings.
No flowers for me tonight, just let me go light...
At heart and in my mind, I have nothing to hold
A story has been told, and its concluded now

-Anubhav

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