In sweet memory of Charles Dickens

One day, all of us will vanish in nothingness

Leaving our Pickwick Papers

To be blown by the wind.

Some of us had hard times

And still others had great times on earth.

Our memories fade not, the memories

Of things we saw in the Old Curiosity Shop

Or the books that we read, like,

Nicholas Nickleboy, Barbara Rudge and so on.

For Many our lives were like that of David Copperfield,

Full of search and challenges, pain and poverty

From which we emerge just like the lotus flower

Rises from dirt and mud

For Little Dorrit does not remain little for ever.

We do have Great Expectations from this life.

We say to ourselves,

We are not living in this Bleak House for ever

And our Mutual Friend, god knows it, feels it.

With artistic flamboyance, he sends mercy and grace.

Our city of the past grows into a city of the future.

Mesmerized, we ponder

A Tale of Two Cities.

We know Oliver Twist will not ask for more

For his little bowl will be full for ever.

However, not all our dreams and aspirations

Will be fulfilled in this very life.

Some will have to be left halfway

Just like Charles Dickens was halfway

Writing his book, Mystery of Edwin Drood

When he died, leaving beautiful memories behind.

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.

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