Sakuma Ryuuichi
11-07-2004, 08:17 PM
Sorry if the poem this time is a little patchy.
I got too emotional while writing this.
I can never write things when i'm all sappy,
But i had to write this down.
And so,
I couldn't help myself,
But cry over this tragedy
A real life news.
Of a person i cared for dearly,
Farewell and good bye.
__________________________________________________ ______
WHY DO NICE PEOPLE HAVE TO DIE YOUNG??
I heard of the news,
Just today,
A news we all thought,
was a misunderstanding
between word of mouth.
But now,
I heard it from,
a reliable source,
a person who has seen the news,
with her own naked eyes.
She couldn't have been mistaken.
It was her,
looking sweet and tender.
Her kind eyes and plump cheeks,
The picture,
On the corner,
of the news paper.
Under the orbituary section.
Our dear teacher.
Mrs Sujata Shashi.
My heart shattered upon hearing the news,
Memories of being together rushed into my mind.
She was a sweet lady,
Readily to help her students in all ways she could.
A teacher everyone favoured,
And loved the most.
But she's gone now,
leaving her husband,
and 3 on going school children.
Each of them,
barely even 10 years of age.
The youngest,
a tender age of 5.
Which would really need his mother's love and care,
dearly,
To begin with life.
Like she was at home,
She was the same at work,
Like a mother to us all,
A tender and caring woman.
We could tell her anything and everything.
A secret she could keep,
And we have never to worry.
As she has never broken her promise,
of keeping it safely.
She used to call me son,
Telling me that i work too hard.
But then i'd just give her a smile,
because i knew,
i wanted to make her happy,
to repay her kindness and dedication,
She had set aside for me,
I had to score for her subject.
And I did it at the very end,
just for her,
to make her proud.
I remembered the moment when her eyes lit up,
as she saw the results i presented her,
She was overjoyed.
The moment she shoke my hand could never be forgotten.
I would always treasure the moment,
and the memories of being with her.
How i wished I could turn back the clock,
Go back in time,
Just to see her once again.
To have,
just another moment with her,
To make one more last memory.
And that thought now
Would make me cry,
once more.
I got too emotional while writing this.
I can never write things when i'm all sappy,
But i had to write this down.
And so,
I couldn't help myself,
But cry over this tragedy
A real life news.
Of a person i cared for dearly,
Farewell and good bye.
__________________________________________________ ______
WHY DO NICE PEOPLE HAVE TO DIE YOUNG??
I heard of the news,
Just today,
A news we all thought,
was a misunderstanding
between word of mouth.
But now,
I heard it from,
a reliable source,
a person who has seen the news,
with her own naked eyes.
She couldn't have been mistaken.
It was her,
looking sweet and tender.
Her kind eyes and plump cheeks,
The picture,
On the corner,
of the news paper.
Under the orbituary section.
Our dear teacher.
Mrs Sujata Shashi.
My heart shattered upon hearing the news,
Memories of being together rushed into my mind.
She was a sweet lady,
Readily to help her students in all ways she could.
A teacher everyone favoured,
And loved the most.
But she's gone now,
leaving her husband,
and 3 on going school children.
Each of them,
barely even 10 years of age.
The youngest,
a tender age of 5.
Which would really need his mother's love and care,
dearly,
To begin with life.
Like she was at home,
She was the same at work,
Like a mother to us all,
A tender and caring woman.
We could tell her anything and everything.
A secret she could keep,
And we have never to worry.
As she has never broken her promise,
of keeping it safely.
She used to call me son,
Telling me that i work too hard.
But then i'd just give her a smile,
because i knew,
i wanted to make her happy,
to repay her kindness and dedication,
She had set aside for me,
I had to score for her subject.
And I did it at the very end,
just for her,
to make her proud.
I remembered the moment when her eyes lit up,
as she saw the results i presented her,
She was overjoyed.
The moment she shoke my hand could never be forgotten.
I would always treasure the moment,
and the memories of being with her.
How i wished I could turn back the clock,
Go back in time,
Just to see her once again.
To have,
just another moment with her,
To make one more last memory.
And that thought now
Would make me cry,
once more.