Drowning

Drowning, I caught the straw.

The straw smiled at me,

Eyes full of compassion

Knowing fully well that

It could not save me.

‘I leave your hand dear friend

For I would not drag you

In this huge watery tomb.

Weary of this life, I depart

With regrets none

And smiles many.

pramila khadun

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About pramilakhadun

I am the holder of a Bsc degree in Food and Nutrition from S.N.D.T University,Pune,India.Have taught this subject in a private institution for almost thirty-five years.Currently, I am retired and travel alot with my husband Raj, daughters Dr Rajnee and Priyum and son Airline Captain.Had my first book of poetry published by Minerva press, London and other two in Mauritius.More coming soon.I love poetry and enjoy reading poems of poets across the world and I feel Destiny Poets is the right place for me.

8 thoughts on “Drowning

  1. Madhumathy

    Beautiful!! Welcoming death wholeheartedly even when the last straw beckons you with a smile shows the ennui the poet feels.

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    1. pramilakhadun Post author

      Thanks dear Madhumathi for this wonderful comment.I am so happy that you understood the very soul of the poem.

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  2. Amita Paul

    The compassion of the straw for the drowning person evokes a similar response from the drowning person of compassion for the straw. The poem gives a new meaning to the expression , “ A drowning man clutches at straws “. This poem shows the depth and range of poetic imagination. “ Jahaan na pahunche Ravi , Wahaan pahunche Kavi “ . The poet’s imagination reaches where even the rays of the world – enlightening Sun can not reach .

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    1. pramilakhadun Post author

      This is the most wonderful comment I got so far for a poem of mine dear Amita. Now you have opened the floodgates for me.It gives me ample confidence to prepares my next collection entitled ‘Short poems and quotes’.Thanks my little sis, love u.

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  3. Pushmaotee Subrun

    With regrets none

    And smiles many…
    A life lived well is displayed by the poet…And a welcome to easeful death!

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