Dead Child

by Pratap Rudra   Jun 13, 2015


Dead Child
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A Boat man sings at distance
Loud and deep his voice, far and deep this river..

We scatter the ashes of our dear dead boy
Mixing these waters, with every memory and every tear

Go on boy..
May these ripples be your friends
May you eternally play with them along..

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  • 7 years ago

    by Khadz

    Some time can not be replace by, stay with us in memories its show's delicate love and pure love...

  • 8 years ago

    by Sushmita Mitra Chetri

    Really very connecting and appealing...

  • 8 years ago

    by Skyler

    "Loud and deep, his voice, Far and deep, this river"

    This paints a scene very effectively. While it's evident that English is not your first language, you command its use to beautiful effect.

  • 8 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    This is a beautiful and sad little piece that thoroughly moved me.

    "May these ripples be your friends"
    ^^^^^^^^

    Excellent wording. A really delicate and moving write; well done and all the best,
    Ben

  • 8 years ago

    by Shruti

    That's sad; but wonderful.
    "A boatman signs at
    distance"
    ^this line is really nice.
    A good start.
    I love it.

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