THE END

It is time for me to go, Mother I am going.
When in the paling darkness of the lonely dawn
you stretch out your arms for your baby in the bed,
I shall say, “Baby is not there!” - Mother, I am
going.
I shall become a delicate draught of air and caress
you and I shall be ripples in the water when you bathe,
and kiss you and kiss you again.

In the gusty night when the rain patters on the
Leaves you will hear my whisper in your bed,
and my laughter will flash with the lightning
through the open window into your room.
If you lie awake, thinking of your baby till late into the night,
I shall sing to you from the stars, “Sleep, mother, sleep.”

On the straying moonbeams I shall steal over your bed,
and lie upon your bosom while you sleep.I shall become a dream,
and through the little opening of your eyelids I shall slip into the depths of your sleep
and when you wake up and look round startled,
like a twinkling firefly I shall flit out into the
darkness.
When, on the great festival of puja, the neighbours’ children come and play about the
house, I shall melt into the music of the flute and thob in your heart all day.

Dear Auntie will come with puja-presents and will ask,
“Where is our baby, Sister?”
Mother, you will tell her softly,
“He is in the pupil of my eyes,
he is in my body and my soul.”


- Rabindranath Tagore,
in Collected Poems and Plays of Rabindranath
Tagore
NC replied. Dear Radha,
We lost our little angel at 20 weeks on Monday - and this poem shook my soul...we can never forget her as her memories will lie deeply stamped upon our heart and soul. For us, our angel will always be our first born.
My friend said the same thing that whenever we think of her, we should think of her with a smile and not start weeping in her memory...tough, but we will have to reach that stage eventually -where we look upon her as our little guardian angel. ranu replied. i dont know what made u write it but i find my self resembling to it. its tough 4 me to forget my past mishap still i try.but today when i was goind through it i really couldnt stop my tears thats the way i felt n ofcourse my loss my baby “He is in the pupil of my eyes,
he is in my body and my soul.” take care